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I finish the dishes quickly and join him in the living room, sitting on the couch as he grabs us each another glass of wine and turns off the lights while saying something about “getting the full effect.”

When he sinks into the leather couch next to me and presses play, I do my best to pay attention. But to be honest, I couldn’t care less about the movie with this man sitting next to me. I lean into his body and he slips an arm around my waist as I read the words scrolling up the screen against a dark background. Within fifteen minutes, I’ve finished my glass of wine and am pleasantly buzzed. And I am definitelynotthinking about the movie on the screen.

Instead, I’m thinking of the way his warm body feels against me, the way his fingertips are grazing my waist, the way his muscles seem to strain against his clothing with every breath or movement.

I don’t even realize he’s watching me until he speaks. “You should be watching the movie.”

“I prefer looking at you,” I admit with a grin. Yep, I’vedefinitelyhad too much to drink.

His eyes darken as his arm tightens against my waist, pulling me inches from his face. “You better be careful,” he says, putting down his wine glass, “because I want to do much more than just look.”

I lean my face closer to his in silent permission. “Then do it.” My words immediately set him off. In seconds, his lips are against mine and his free hand is gripping my hair in a passionate fervor. I part my lips slightly as he slips his tongue into my mouth to deepen the kiss. I glide my hand across his leg until I find the significant bulge straining against his jeans, and James lets out a low groan as I grip him through the material. His moan ignites a fire in me as I slip my fingers to the button of his jeans. He shifts for a moment, removing his hands from my body to lift his hips and pull down his jeans and boxers, freeing his erection.

I try to hide the look of surprise on my face. Brady hadn’t been small by any means, but James puts him to shame by comparison. But despite my brief hesitation, I want him now more than ever. I adjust my body and lean down, taking his cock in my mouth while wrapping one hand around the base. He drops his head back against the couch, his breathing erratic as I get into rhythm, up and down, swirling my tongue against the head with each thrust and licking the small droplets beading at the tip. He fists my hair again, lifting his hips to thrust deep into my mouth. I moan, my lips suctioned around his cock, and he quickly pulls my head away.

I wipe my mouth with my sleeve and flash him a questioning look.

“You’re too good at that,” he says, still breathing heavily, “and I’m not even close to being done with you tonight.”

I clench my thighs together at the thought of what he might do to me.

“Good.” I sound a lot more confident than I feel. Truth be told, I’m nervous after not having slept with anyone besides Brady in years. I push the worry aside though and decide to enjoy the moment. I have no reason to be self conscious. After all, he invited me here for a reason.

His face gets serious for a moment. “Are you sure you’re not too drunk to do this?”

I laugh.

“No, seriously,” he says.

“I’ll admit, Iampretty tipsy,” I say, “but I planned and hoped for this before I even left my apartment today.”

“How can I be sure you’re telling the truth, though?”

I giggle again as I stand, casually pull off my sweater, and slide my jeans down my hips a couple of inches, just enough for him to see the top of my panties. “The only time a woman wears matching bra and panties like this are when she plans on getting laid. And as you can see, mine are matching, so you can draw your own conclusions from there.” I spin in a small circle for dramatic effect.

His eyes rove over my body, and he says nothing as he stands and walks toward me. I shamelessly watch his lower body as he walks, his thick cock bobbing with each step and the tight muscles flexing in his thighs. James doesn’t stop when he reaches me, though, and instead lightly pushes me backward until I’m trapped between him and the wall.

“Well, in that case,” he growls, “are you going to be a good girl and let me taste that sweet little pussy?”

I nod, biting my lip. Dear god, this man knows all the right things to say.

He unclasps my bra and tosses it on the floor as he walks me into the bedroom then shoves me backward onto the bed. His usual calm, unreadable demeanor is now one of pure carnal need. He bends over me, kissing me first on my lips before trailing downward, across my neck and chest. His hands glide down my waist and hips, and he slowly pulls off my jeans. I feel the urge to cover myself, Brady’s previous insults about my body echoing through my head. But as I lay on James’ bed wearing only a lacy thong that covers practically nothing, I remind myself that he clearly wants this just as much as I do. It’s not like he didn’t know what I looked like before this. In fact, before tonight he had only seen me when I was sweaty, makeup-less, and wearing old t-shirts at the gym.

And if I needed any more reassurance that James was attracted to me, I could simply look in front of me. James peels off his shirt to reveal a chiseled body and strokes his hard cock slowly as he looks down at me with a lust-filled gaze.

“You . . .” He pauses, as if trying to find the right words, “are so fucking beautiful.” He kneels at the edge of the bed, hooks his arms around my legs, and yanks my body to him. Before I can say a word, he pulls off my thong and dips his head between my thighs. His tongue moves against me, slow and languorous, and I lift my hips to his lips, desperate for more.

He stops. “God, baby, you’re dripping for me.” As if to prove his point, he takes two fingers and pushes them inside me, crooking them upward as he returns his lips to my pussy and flicks his tongue against my clit.

I let out a moan, bucking my hips against him. Any sense of hesitation I may have had before is gone. I want him to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.

He continues his expert movements with both fingers and tongue, his other hand grabbing the flesh of my hips and ass. The pressure builds inside me until I can hardly take it anymore.

“James,” I moan.

“Are you going to come for me already, baby?” He asks, his lips still grazing my pussy.

“Fuck, yes.”

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