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“Cash,” I breathe. “Oh myGod.”

He grunts. “No shit, honey. You’re soaked. For me.”

“For you.”

I bite back a cry when his fingers fall away from where I want him most. But then he’s tearing off my underwear and sinking to his knees, andholy Christ, he’s going down on me.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he says. “Perfect. So fucking perfect, Mollie. I fuckin’ hate that you kept this from me for so long.”

I don’t have time to protest. I don’t want to protest. I just knock off his hat and grab his hair and pull him against me.

His turn to laugh. The sound vibrates through my pussy as he grabs my thighs and leans in. I nearly convulse when he gathers my clit in his lips and sucks, the pressure there coiling tight to the point of pain.

His mustache tickles mejustwhere I want him.

He kisses my slit. A deep, ardent caress of tongue and lips that’s worlds different from Palmer’s half-hearted ministrations. It’s like Cash is actually enjoying this.

It’s like he’s savoring me, taking his time. My chest clenches. Is he going slow because this is the first and last time we’ll do this? Or is he going slow because, well, that’s Cash, isn’t it? Going all in on the things he cares about.

He’s dropping everything to be here. He doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t give a shit what people hear or think. He just gives me what I want, what I need, because that’s more important to him than anything.

I close my eyes. A thought circles wildly inside my head. It’s not easy to break your way through Cash’s defenses. But once you’re in—heavens, he’s the kind of man who’ssoeasy to fall for.

He is so fucking good at eating pussy.

The pressure in my core becomes unbearable. I roll my hips against his mouth, legs beginning to shake.

“Play with yourself,” he growls, shoving up my shirt with his hand before pulling down my bra. “Touch your tits.”

But he’s already doing that, eyes locked on my bare breast as he thumbs my nipple. The pad of his thumb is rough, calloused, but his touch is gentle. The juxtaposition is mind-blowingly hot.

I cover his hand with mine. My orgasm rises, rises, a growing, thunderous throb that has me biting my lip to keep from yelling. Cash licks my pussy, deep strokes that go back to front, back to front. He circles my clit, sucks on it. Plays with my nipple all the while.

My heart flatlines. Then bursts into vibrant, ardent life asthe orgasm finally slams into me. The release is brutal, and I curl my fingers into Cash’s thick hair, searching for relief. Support.

Sympathy.

And I get it. Cash slips a finger inside me, the pressure just what I didn’t know I needed. I look down and see him watching me.

“I gotta feel you comin’, honey.” His Adam’s apple bobs. “You gonna come this hard on my dick?”

I can only nod.

“You’d best be tellin’ the truth. ’Cause you feel so fucking good. Tight and wet and hot. I’mma fuck you here, and you’re gonna love it, ain’t you, honey?”

I nod again.

Cash presses one last kiss to my clit before straightening. Then it’s my mouth he’s kissing, keeping that finger inside me. This kiss is soft, sweet, and he wraps an arm around my waist and holds me against him as wave after wave of sensation crashes through me.

“Wow,” I say when I’m finally able to breathe.

He pulls his finger out. I wince.

“Shit, that hurt?”

“No. Yes. That orgasm—it was the kind that’s so good, it hurts. I think it was that.”

“What can I do?”