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Something special.

Grabbing the backs of her knees, I throw her legs over my shoulders and bury my face in her cunt to avoid thinking about her in any way other than carnally. I can’t fall for her. This needs to be about me luring her into confessing whatever it is she’s here for.

This needs to be about me finding out just who the fuck Lucian Whitmore is and how involved Posey really is. What she knows, what she doesn’t know, and if she’s a danger to Dakota, Bullet, or the club. And while I‘m doing that, I can get my dick wet—but I cannot fall for this woman.

Canfuckingnot.

As much as I want to. Anything more than extracting information is off-limits. Feelings don’t factor in what we’re doing. They can’t. Because if she’s trouble, if she’s going to cause a problem here, I’m going to be the one who is going to have to get rid of her—however that looks.

But right now, I’m going to eat her pussy.

Looking up at her, I watch as she writhes beneath me, her head moving back and forth on the pillow, her chest rising and falling as she arches her back and pushes her cunt closer to my mouth, searching for more.

More is what she’ll get.

Slipping two fingers inside of her, I curl them as my tongue, lips, and teeth focus on her clit. I feel her thighs shake besidemy head, and I know she’s climbing higher and higher, closer toward the edge.

I want her to come on my tongue. I want to taste her. I want her to fall over the edge and scream my name. Her hips begin bucking, her moans turn to whimpers, and then I feel her pussy flutter around my fingers inside of her.

She’s right there—so close that she’s about to fall.

Keeping my eyes focused on her, I watch as her orgasm consumes her. Posey gasps, pushing up onto her elbows, her lips parted, her eyes wide, and her muscles completely clenched.

Fuck me.

She comes.

And it’s spectacular… in taste, sight, and feel. I continue to focus on her clit, working her through the orgasm until her muscles relax and she falls back on the pillow with a groan. I know that her clit is sensitive, but I’m not ready to quit yet. Slowly, I lap at her as I slip my fingers from between her legs.

My balls are aching, begging for release. As much as I don’t want to move my mouth from her pussy, the taste of her being the best I’ve ever had, I force myself to. Moving up her body, gripping the backs of her knees again, I push her legs up to her ribs and spread her wide.

“Ivy,” she breathes.

I wonder what it would sound like if she said my real name. If she called out Justin instead of Ivy. As much as I wonder that, I don’t tell her my name or ask her to call me by it. That would add an extra level of intimacy that I’m trying hard like hell to avoid.

Aligning my dick with her center, I dip my chin and watch as I move in and out of her body. Amazing, breathtaking, absolutely fucking perfect. If love were on the table, I could fall in love with this woman just from being inside of her alone.

She feels that goddamn amazing.

CHAPTER TEN

POSEY

His head ison my stomach, and my fingers sift through his short hair. With my knee cocked slightly, my naked body beneath him, his strong arms wrapped around me, and his leg hitched up on mine, I close my eyes, relishing in this sweet moment.

Lucian never cuddled with me, not like this, and no other guy has, either. I’m not sure what it is that I’m feeling right now, but maybe this is what content feels like. It’s hard to describe, but there is a warm, buttery feeling deep in my belly.

It’s amazing.

He shifts his head, turns it, and touches his lips to the middle of my breasts, then flicks his gaze to meet mine. “Tell me something,” he demands.

I blink, flicking my gaze down to his before I shift it to the ceiling. I’m not sure how to respond to that. What do I tell him? I can’t tell him I’m married. I can’t tell him about my parents. He knows more about my sister than I do. He already knows my job… what the hell am I going to tell him?

I got nothing.

“About?” I ask the ceiling.

He hums, his lips brushing the skin at the side of my breast. When he talks, it’s against my flesh, and my whole body breaks out in goose bumps as his warm breath washes over me. Closing my eyes, I try to keep from physically reacting, but I fail.

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