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One feral grin later, and he’d ripped them clean off once again.
This would be the part where I made some joke about his tendency to destroy my clothes, but I was too busy basking in a flame of hunger.
He shuffled back farther until his chest was flat on the tray of the ute.
“What are you—?”
“Shhh,” he hushed me again, trailing his mouth up either side of my legs in torturous, slow patterns.
“Chance—”
“Shhh, Sunny baby. I’ve got you.” He’d made it to the top, head directly in between my legs as he continued to tease—running his tongue up and down either side and flicking across the middle every few licks.
“Mmm. You’re so wet already for me, Sunny baby. Aren’t you?” A slow, tasting in the centre, delicately swirling over the sensitive bud. “Such a good girl.”
And with that, he dove in. A fierce combination of sucking and licking on that tender bud, kickstarting a winding, balling knot inside me.
“Fuck … fuckfuckfuckfuck,” I gasped.
A gentle vibration pulsed near my entrance as Chance groaned.
Heaven and all the angels have got nothing compared to the ecstasy I felt when Chance slipped a finger inside me.
“That’s it, Sunny baby. It’s just a finger, make some room for me, love.”
As if he was the commander of my body, I loosened a tad, only to drip all over his hand.
“Fuck,” he muttered. Curling that finger, he found that spot like he’d memorised its location. He pushed in and out of me to a rhythm his hot mouth followed. His second hand floated around to my hip, gently digging his fingers in and thrumming the tightening flexors.
I came undone with his head still between my legs, with Chance Riordan licking and sucking me all the way through my climax. Every muscle in my body spasmed in pleasure, my mouth loosing breathy moans and groans. Only when I went limp and dazed, did he sit up from where he’d lain.
He looked down at me, wiped his mouth, and grinned at me once again. “So, now that I have you on a nice post-orgasm high. Can I get you to agree to dinner with me?”
Chapter 41
Mari
“Woah, there! Look at you!” Mel, our front desk lady who worked the weekends, said. “Where you off to all dolled up?”
The heels of my knee-highs tapped on the concrete floor as I strolled towards the matte black desk. My navy blue dress fell just past mid-thigh, the bottom half swaying slightly as I walked. Mel’s dark eyes scanned me from head to toe in knowing approval, her gigantic earrings jingling as she nodded her head. The mouse clicked loudly as she seemed to quickly close down some tabs on the reception computer. Mel did love a good Amazon find.
“Just meeting someone for dinner.” I couldn’t help but beam.
Chance.
Chance Riordan was takingmeout to dinner.
Chance Riordan wanted to takemeout.
Chance Riordan wantedme.
“Would this by anyChance—” She winked, her long purple lashes fluttering in front of a bright blue eyeshadow. “Be someone special? Maybe someone we know?”
“Hmmm …” I teased, unable to wipe the excited smile from my face. “Perhaps!”
“We’re finally going to have good use for that defib that has sat in here all these years. Because that man’s heart is going to stop when he sets eyes on you, darl!”
I laughed and chatted with the woman while I waited. She told me all about her new grandkids, how they were hitting their milestones super early. Mel was an easy one to talk to, one of those people who could chat for hours about any given topic. The price of groceries? She was upset she couldn’t afford her frozen apple pie for both during the week and the night when the grandkids came over. Jeans too tight? She was annoyed that she recently had to go up a size in jeans because they ‘Just don’t make them like they used to anymore’. The sun has been shining today? She was worried her silly cat would give itself heatstroke again from falling asleep under a sun-facing window.
