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His tongue dances on my skin, licking, sucking, and nibbling before moving to my other breast, giving it the same attention. Gage pinches my pierced nipple as he licks the other, and I can already feel how soaked my panties are from this alone.

Suddenly, he grabs my thighs and lifts me off the counter, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. He carries me into the living room, setting me down in front of the couch, kneeling in front of me.

Our eyes stay locked as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my silk shorts and pulls them down my legs slowly, holding me steady as I step out of them. Leaning forward, he buries his nose in my slit and inhales deeply. “Fuck, I need to taste you.”

He hooks his thumbs under the strings on my hips and pulls my thong down, barely allowing me to step out of it before pushing my legs apart and guiding me onto the arm of the couch. He dives between my legs, licking through my entire slit before finding my clit and flicking it softly.

“You taste so fucking good, Spitfire,” he mumbles against me, tightening his grip on my hips, anchoring me. With one hand gripping his hair, I brace myself with the other on the back of the couch, and it’s a good thing because my entire body is trembling each time his tongue passes over me, every instance when his tongue piercing hits my clit.

Part of me can’t believe this is happening, and the other part is fixated on the sight of this beautiful man between my legs doing wicked things with his mouth because I don’t want to ever forget this moment—how I feel, how it sounds, how all-consuming this pleasure is.

“Holy shit, Gage,” I gasp, tightening my grip on the back of the couch.

He licks two of his fingers and slides them inside me, curling them softly upward, stroking a spot that has my back arching, nearly bowing off the couch. Gage digs his fingers into my hips, keeping me in place as his tongue returns to laving at my clit, swirling the ball of his piercing around, over and over again. Every muscle in my body tightens and my breathing grows shallow as I feel an explosive orgasm quickly building.

Then it hits—and I’m screaming and coming harder than I ever have in my life as pleasure crashes over me, rolling through me, wave after dizzying wave. Gage keeps licking, stroking, letting me ride it until I can’t take anymore.

When my body finally relaxes, Gage rises from the floor, looking down at me as he unbuttons his jeans. “I’m not even close to being done with you, but that was the perfect appetizer.”

“I can’t feel my legs,” I say, breathlessly.

His lethal grin spreads across his lips. “Well, in a moment, you won’t be able to feel your ass either.”

Chapter sixteen

Gage

“Bend over, Hazel.”

My body is buzzing with need, and it feels fucking amazing to finally let go. The woman before me has invaded every corner of my mind for nearly three months now, and it’s time for me to show her how she makes me feel.

And then I willtellher as well.

My wife—my sinfully gorgeous wife—does as I ask, turning and bending over the same couch she did not so long ago, asking me to spank her. And I’m finally going to give in.

I leave her there for now, letting the intensity build, and walk to the kitchen. My fingers close around the box of condoms I bought this morning, knowing there would be no more hesitation when it comes to this woman. After last night and feeling the electricity between us as we watched each other get off, I knew I was done fighting this.

When I return to the living room, Hazel is peering over her shoulder, her breath shallow as I set a condom on the back cushion of the couch. Her eyes blaze with hunger.

“Gage, please hurry.”

I smack her ass, making her jump. “If you think I’m rushing through fucking you, you’ve got another thing coming.”

I take a step back, admiring the way her creamy skin turns pink under my touch, before I push my jeans and briefs down my legs, kicking them aside. The sight of her bare and waiting has me gripping my cock, already aching for her.

Closing the distance, I smooth my hand over the skin I just spanked and lay my cock between her soft, smooth ass cheeks.

“I think you need to be spanked a few more times before I give you my cock.”

Hazel moans, arching her back. “Yes, spank me.”

I cover her back with my chest, my lips brushing her ear. “You sure you can handle it?”

She turns her face and kisses me softly, retracting far enough that I can see the trust in her eyes. “Yes.”

“If it’s too much or if you want me to stop, say the word and I will.”

“Okay, but I don’t think that will be a problem.”

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