Page 115 of The Baby Bargain

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He takes his sweet, sweet time. Like he's savoring every moment. Like he can't get enough of me.

He sucks on my outer lips.

Teases me with his tongue.

Brushes his lips against my clit.

He stays so, so close to where I need him. But he keeps me on edge. Keeps me aching and empty.

I reach for Chase. Get his shoulders. His head.

I knot my hands in his hair.

Arch my hips to meet him.

He pins me harder. A reminder I'm his. A reminder he's in control.

A reminder I'm helpless.

Why is that so hot?

Why do I want to give him my body?

That's not…

I'm not…

I don't fucking care what I am or what he is or what this means.

I only care about his soft, wet mouth.

He tortures me with a slow pace. He stays so, so close to exactly what I need.

My nipples pang. My sex aches. My thighs quiver.

It feels like he goes on for hours.

The tension in my sex winds tighter, tighter, tighter—

So, so close.

But so, so far.

Forever and ever.

Finally, he brings his tongue to my clit.

Works me with soft, slow strokes. Hard, fast ones.

He tries every pressure, place, speed.

There—

I groan as he licks me exactly where I need him.

"Please." My hips rock of their own accord. I don't care that begging doesn't speed him. I need to push the words out. I need to do something with the anticipation welling inside me.

This is so—

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