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“Do you ever not flirt?” I ask, feigning exasperation.

“Not with you.” He reaches around me, grabbing the ice cream again. “Why? Is it working?”

“Maybe a little.”

His lips find mine, soft and teasing as he crowds closer. My legs hook around his waist instinctively, pulling him to me until there's no space left between our bodies.

“More than a little, I think.”

My uncertainty about tomorrow dissipates, replaced by the immediacy of Talon's touch, the grounding reality of his presence.

“It's late. You should sleep.”

“I told you, I'm not tired,” I insist, tightening my legs around his waist.

A slow smile spreads across his face as he reaches for the ice cream container between us. He dips the spoon in, gathering a scoop of lavender honey sweetness. He brings it to my mouth, and I part my lips, letting him slide the cold treat between them.The flavor blooms on my tongue—floral, sweet, with just a hint of something wild underneath.

“Good?” he asks, his voice dropping lower.

I nod, watching as he digs the spoon back into the container. This time, when he withdraws it, he doesn't bring it to my mouth. Instead, his free hand slides up my thigh, pushing my t-shirt higher until I'm exposed from the waist down. The cool air makes me shiver.

With deliberate slowness, Talon presses the cold spoon against my inner thigh. The shock makes me gasp, hips jerking, fingers digging into his shoulders for balance.

“Talon…” His name leaves my lips like a plea as he drags the spoon upward, leaving a slick trail of melting ice cream that clings to my warm skin.

“I’ve been thinking about this since the first time you said my name like that,” he mutters, dropping to his knees between my legs. “Sweet. Breathless. Needing more.”

His breath ghosts over the sticky line he’s drawn, warm and sinful against the cold. I shudder, caught between the chill of the ice cream and the burn of anticipation. My fingers curl against the counter behind me as he leans in, tongue teasing the path he’s made with slow, deliberate licks.

It’s maddening. Intimate. Raw.

My head falls back as a moan escapes me, hips rocking forward. He groans against my skin like he’s starving for it, licking up every trace of sugar.

“You taste fucking divine,” he breathes into my thigh, his grip on my hips possessive, holding me right where he wants me. “And I haven’t even started.”

When his mouth finally reaches the apex of my thighs, I nearly come undone at the first touch of his tongue. The contrast between the cool residue of ice cream and the heat of his mouth sends electricity coursing through my veins. My fingers tangle inhis hair, holding him against me as pleasure builds, threatening to shatter me completely.

“Someone might come in,” I gasp, even as my body arches toward him.

Talon looks up at me. “Let them,” he says before returning his attention to my center, his tongue circling my clit with devastating precision.

My thighs begin to tremble as tension coils tighter in my core. Talon slides one hand beneath me, lifting my hips just enough to deepen his reach. The new angle sends sparks across my vision as he slides a finger inside, curling it forward until he finds the spot that makes me shatter.

He devours me like a starving man at a feast, each deliberate stroke of his tongue designed to build my pleasure without letting me fall over the edge. Sweet, maddening torture that has me writhing against the cold counter as I fight the urge to beg. He tightens his hold on my thighs. I instinctively try to close them around him, drawing out the exquisite torment.

“Talon, please,” I gasp, my head thrown back as he sucks my clit into his mouth, gentle at first, then maddeningly slow as he pulls away again. If anything, he gets more focused. More ruthless.

“Not yet,” he breathes against me, his lips brushing slick skin. “I want to remember every fucking sound you make when I ruin you.”

The words vibrate straight to my core. The counter digs into the backs of my thighs, grounding me to make every stroke of his tongue feel sharper, every pulse more unbearable.

Just when I think he’s going to tease me until I explode, he thrusts two fingers deep, curling them inside me. His mouth finds me again—tongue and fingers moving in tandem, building me fast, hard, and with no escape.

It’s too much. Too good.

My body arches off the counter as the orgasm hits, tearing through me in relentless pulses until I’m trembling, boneless, wrecked.

But Talon isn’t finished.