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“Rules are no fun,” she tutted, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to my lower back. “I want to tongue-fuck you until you can’t stand anymore, and I want you to face the door. Think you can do that?”

I took it as a challenge, pushing my ass back into her hands, almost in a dare.

“I’ll be standing around all day until you stop talking,” I taunted, eager to feel the writhing length of her tongue inside me.

I would beg for it.

Not that she needed to know just yet.

With a self-satisfied hum, she tugged my underwear down my legs, her lips trailing along the skin. A soft, cool breath ghosted over my vagina and Isqueakedin surprise, before it was replaced by a long, languorous lick and a chuckle.

“Knee up on the countertop,” she instructed, her hands still massaging my skin, my muscles going loose with pleasure under her touch.

I did as I was told, keenly aware of what someone would see if they happened to walk in at that moment.

A single glance down revealed the square neckline of my dress, loose enough that in this position, it would take very little for my tits to spill out.

Yet the thought of it sent a thrill through me, just as Hayden’s thumbs parted my folds and her tongue flicked over my clit.

“Jesus,” I breathed, already so far gone at the barest of touches.

“You doing all right up there?” she teased. But there was true concern in her voice, an assurance that she’d stop the moment I told her to.

“You’re talking, so I could be doing a lot bet- oh,fuck!”

She licked into me, her tongue thrusting lazily, soft little noises of contentment slipping out between each thrust.

“Better?” she murmured against my vagina, teeth gently scraping over my clit and making me jump in surprise.

I opened my mouth to respond, but my words slurred into a long, desperate moan, and my hands latched onto the counter like I might fall off the face of the Earth.

Liquid heat flooded my body like molten lava, filling every crevice until I was boneless with pleasure. She caressed me so gently, all the while fucking her tongue inside me like she might never get the chance again.

“Hayden, shit, wait,” I cried, the pressure building into something I wasn’t sure I could handle. With my thighs splayed wide, the foot that was still on the floor shook with the effort of keeping me upright.

But Hayden groaned, the subtle vibration zinging right to my core. Her thumb circled my clit, barely touching it, the distance maddening and all at once, too much.

I threw out a hand, desperately looking for hers, but solid wood clanged against my wrist and three guitars crashed to the floor just as the pleasure dragged me under.

I might have cried out, might have yelled, or screamed, but my mind went foggy, latching onto the sensation of Hayden’s dripping lips sucking my clit.

My thighs trembled as I wrestled air back into my lungs, while Hayden slowly kissed my shivering vagina.

She finally straightened up, fixing my dress with a single pat on my ass, her lips gleaming.

“Need a hand?”

I scoffed but took the hand she offered anyway, not ready to trust my legs just yet.

I was unsteady on my feet, and her gaze trailed down to the neckline of my dress that no longer served its purpose.

She fixed it with a hungry smirk.

“The guitars,” I remembered suddenly, looking around to find them in a heap on the floor. “They were brand new.”

Hayden kissed me deeply, my chin pinched between her thumb and forefinger. “I’ll buy the whole damn store if you let me do that again sometime.”

Chapter thirty-six