Page 26 of Ignite

She shifts on her feet. That pout is pure sin. Every second that ticks by just turns the fire up.

“Get on those knees then, beastie.”

Fuck.

My heart damn near breaks through my ribs.

I hold the counter for support, my thigh screaming, but I don’t care. Not one bit. This injury won’t ruin tonight. I’ll tear it back open before I give this up.

She grabs my whiskey and tilts her head back, letting the liquid sit in her mouth. When her fingers run through my hair, my breath catches. But when she yanks my head back and spits that whiskey into my mouth?—

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

The burn of the whiskey hits, but it’s nothing compared to her.

“Kiss. Me. Please,” I beg.

She steps back, smirking, and undoes each button of her black shirt like she’s teasing the gods. The red lace underneathmakes my cock throb. She tosses the shirt aside, and I can’t look away.

“I wanna run my tongue along them,” I tell her, looking at her perfect breasts.

So many things I want to do to her. And not enough hours in the night.

“Maybe I’ll let you.”

“Stand up and take your clothes off,” she orders.

I don’t hesitate.

I’m on my feet, tearing off my loafers, shirt, and pants—gone. My cock presses tight against my boxers, already begging for her.

She stares, voice low.

“All of it.”

I kick them off, and my dick springs free. Hard. Throbbing all for her.

“You going to return the favor, trouble?”

“Holy fuck,” she breathes out, her eyes fixed on my cock.

I stroke myself. Slow. Just enough to keep the edge simmering.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Strip for me, darlin’. I’ve shown you mine, you show me yours.”

She steps out of her jeans, leaving only red lace and a jaw-dropping view.

“Stunning. Be a good girl for me and turn around. Let me see.”

She spins. And I almost lose it.

“Bend over the counter.” I switch some control back.

She obeys. Legs apart. Back arched. Fucking heaven.

“I’ve not touched you yet, and you’re panting. How wet are you for me, Hallie?”

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