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With a shit-eating grin, he slowly unbuttons his shirt and pulls down his sleeves, removing it fully to reveal his gorgeous torso and eight pack. My mouth waters at the sight. Next is his pants as he unzips them, his eyes pinning me in place. They pool at his feet, and my gaze drops to his cock, which fights to break free from the black boxer briefs that hug his thick goalie thighs. Everything he wears fits him perfectly.

“Are your boxers tailored?”

He takes off his gold watch and sets it on the side, then unclasps the gold chain he wears every time I see him. “Everything about me is tailored, Princess.” He pushes his briefs to the floor and then takes his cock in his hand and pumps it as he walks to the edge of the bed. “Crawl to me.”

“Fuck off.”

He laughs, but I do want to taste him, so I concede.

Finally, he has me where he wants me as I sit on the edge of the bed and wait for him to give me his dick.

He pulls on my hair, gathering it up and away from my face. “You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to wrap this hair around my fist. Now, swallow me.”

I take his long, hard cock into my mouth, and he doesn’t hold back as he pushes himself to the back of my throat and groans loudly. “Suck my dick. That’s right. Suck it.”

He tastes insanely good as pre-cum spills from him and onto my tongue. I pull off him with a pop. “You’ll come and?—”

Throwing his head back, he laughs. “You think if I come, I’m done?” He tips my chin up with his forefinger, and I look him in the eyes. “You don’t know me at all, do you?”

“The same could be said about you.”

“I see you, Kate. More than you want me to, and one day, I’ll see it all.”

In a flash, he drops his hand and then lifts me from the bed. His fingertips dig into my ass, and I wrap my legs around his waist as we come face to face. I’m not petite, but he holds me like I weigh nothing.

Uncertainty washes over me as his fierce eyes soften and, surprising me further, he holds me with one arm and caresses my right cheek with his free hand. “I promised myself I wouldn’t kiss you. But promises are made to be broken.”

I did, too. But that doesn’t stop me from opening for him when he swipes his tongue across my lower lip. He pushes hishand through my hair, and I whimper as he kisses me until my lips feel sore. The scruff of his jaw is rough and sharp against my chin, but it’s a delicious sensation.

Setting me back down on the bed, he parts my legs and holds them open with his hands. “You didn’t play with yourself. At least you got that right.”

“How can you tell?”

“Because, Princess, this pussy is begging to be touched, and only my fingers will do.”

He swipes a finger through me, and I fall back onto my elbows. “More.”

“No.”

I want to scream in frustration.

“I’ll fuck you first, play with you later.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

JENSEN

Crawling over her body, I can tell she’s feeling less sure of herself than she lets on.

She’s nervous to be with me, even though her stern façade tries to say differently.

Reaching down between us, I pull one of her legs around my waist. “You look nervous.”

She balks, but it’s fake. “I’m not. Just fuck me.”

My thumb finds her clit as I begin kissing my way down her throat. “How hard, Princess?”

“Hard. And stop calling me Princess.” She gasps.