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“Please,” I begged again, winding one hand into his thick hair. I didn’t push or direct him—I didn’t think I had the strength to, honestly—I was holding on. Grounding myself, so I didn’t get so lost in desire that I melted into a puddle of goo.

“Dreamed about this,” he growled. His warm breath washed over my skin and made my pussy throb with need. “Ever since you left.”

Then he dragged his tongue slowly over my wet, sensitive pussy.

The guys I’d been with in the past weren’t generous. A lot of guys were into receiving, so to speak, but notgiving.And as a result, I’d spent ten years remembering this feeling. Remembering what it was like when Stephan devoured me like this.

The memory was nothing compared to the real thing.

He gripped my thighs as he feasted on me, then rumbled a low sound like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. I felt the vibration all the way into my core. Moaning, I arched my back and pressed closer to his mouth. He hummed against me, licking and sucking like it was for his own enjoyment. I tossed my head back, breathing hard as each touch of his tongue sent heat rushing through me.

He knew what he was doing. And he was teasing me.

I draped my thighs over his shoulders, and his fingers dug harder into my skin. I’d probably have bruises. The thought thrilled me. He kept kissing me, licking over my center and then taking breaks to kiss my inner thighs and nip the sensitive flesh there.

“Please, Steph, don’t tease me.”

“I’m not,” he said in a tone that was absolutely teasing. “This isn’t good enough?”

I tugged at his hair. “Make me come,please.”

He looked up at me, his gaze dark with lust.

He pressed his tongue against me, but this time, he found my sensitive clit with laser-like focus. I gasped and clamped my legs around his head involuntarily.

He still knew my body. He knew every way to make me twitch and gasp and cry out. Even after all these years.

I couldn’t stop the waterfall of sounds falling from my lips. His tongue moved firmly, rhythmically, at the perfect speed and pressure. Pleasure built slowly inside me like a storm. It wasdeep in my core, low in my hips, throbbing, turning all my thoughts to static. His touch was relentless.

Then, like a storm cloud breaking open, my orgasm washed over me. Pleasure rolled over me in waves so strong I saw stars behind my closed eyes. Stephan’s mouth moved over me until I was shivering with the aftershocks. He slowly released my thighs, then kissed my hips, my belly, and back up to my breasts.

“How was that?” he purred, teasingly.

“Oh mygod,” I mumbled, then dragged him up to capture his lips in a searing, intense kiss.

We lost ourselves in each other. I drowned in his kisses as he thrust into me. Every time felt like the first time. Every time felt like coming home.

How could I ever give this up?

20

ACE

“So, these are the three pilot products: a pale ale, a rye whiskey, and a vodka.” The young man brandished his hands at the bottles lined up on the surface of the clubhouse bar. Each had a black label with silver block lettering that read NIGHT SHIFT DISTILLERY.

It was early evening. The clubhouse wasn’t open to the public yet, and Hawk had asked me to meet with him and this bearded businessman, Ryan. At first, I had wondered why the hell we had given this scrawny, flannel-wearing kid a huge investment check, but as I peered at the bottles, I thought he might be onto something.

“We’ll test the markets, then expand our offerings depending on interest and sales,” Ryan continued. “We’ll start in New York, of course. I’ve already got a handful of interested bars.”

“Let’s see what you got,” Hawk said eagerly. “You think it’ll actually give us a buzz?”

“I know it will,” Ryan said. He uncapped the whiskey bottle and poured us each a finger of amber liquid. Standing behind the bar, he looked like a regular member of the clubhouse, despite his small size.

I raised the glass and took a sip. I expected to feel what I always felt when I had whiskey, which was a whole lot of nothing. It usually tasted sharp on my sensitive palate and made me alert, but didn’t bring a relaxing buzz with it.

This whiskey had a rich, smoky flavor, and a warm burn that ran all the way down into my chest. I sat the glass down and blinked at Ryan.

“Feel that?” Ryan said with a grin.