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Oh, god, she was so dizzy. “What----what was the question again?” she filled her mouth with the tang of his cologne, licking along his neck, aching for something he was promising.

Reality became something of the past five minutes ago, replaced with a dirty fantasy she’d conjured up in her bed late at night.

Luxe didn’t take an ounce of notice of Nathan’s apartment, they crashed through the door, two people desperate to fuck each other. The journey over had been spent holding onto his waist and wishing they were there already.

He had her pinned between a wall and a hard cock.

Breathing like an out of control bull against her mouth.

I did that to him.

She was equally breathless and needy, hands pushing off his jacket, un-tucking his shirt from his pants she rolled hands under to touch heated skin, his hard-flat belly was something to purr over.

“Do you think I’ve got a fucking nerve touching you like this after everything I’ve done?” thick thighs held her there, his hands busy unzipping her dress from behind, he added. “Ido. I can only take so much fucking teasing. Open your legs, make room for me.”

Dizziness assault like it had a right to her brain space. She thought she moaned because her throat vibrated, and what do you know, her legs widened all on their own.

“That’sright. Now I’ve thought about going down on you for a fucking year, that’s 365 days my mouth hasn’t tasted your pussy, so that’s what’s about to happen, Luxe. You can hold on if you need to.”

He was so clinical.

So fucking hot.

Her body went through a series of shivers and gasps.

The meaty hands peeled her dress down and dumped it on the floor. She hadn’t worn a bra, she was left in a red thong and her boots, he looked at it like it was cake he was about to chew. His palm stroking into her wetness. “You can ask me what I’m gonna do to you after I’ve had my mouth filled.”

Luxe gaped. His dirty talking amped her hormones to a deadly level.

“I----” no words came when he pressed his thumb through the fabric and touched her clit, sensations pumped her hips

“I’m gonna bury myself inside you, all the way to the back where there’s no more room.”

Dropping to his knees, he used one wide shoulder to keep Luxe’s thighs pried open while he dragged her thong off as though he hated the lace, his lips traveled over her inner legs, his beard tickled.

“Please.” She pleaded, wanting it more than anything.

The first touch of his mouth between her legs she screamed.

He didn’t stop until she was soaked and shaking her second orgasm.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“Did someone order the best sex of her life? Coming right up.” – Grinder

Grinder’s brain was fixated in the lethargic way she had of moving, like she was a ballet dancer treading water, she was an assassin stalking its target, each limb in accordance to the music only she heard, it was fucking magic, swish. Swish. Swish.

Sexy as hell.

His tongue dried then wet in seconds. The confidence oozed out of her and wasn’t that sexy as fuck.

Whereas he fumbled with his belt like a teenager who hadn't touched a real tit in his life. Looking at Luxe made his breathing all funny, it kicked around his chest in irregular chuffs, he wanted to savor her, she would taste like an oak aged scotch on his tongue, and as his Pop says you don't gulp that kind of booze, you savor the fuck out of it and appreciate its expense. "You got no idea what I wanna do, love."

Fingers reached for the buttons on his pants, his hips shunted forward helping her out

"Tell me."

"How do you want it from me? I can give you soft if you need, or take you down to the floor and hammer the come out of you. You gotta decide, Luxe, I'm on a fucking knife edge here."

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