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“I want you to kiss my neck again. I want your mouth on my…”

I glance down at where she’s arching her chest. The hard outline of her nipples. “I know where you want me.” I kiss down her chest. “Increase the vibrations.”

Her breath catches, but a second later, I hear the noise ramp up. I kiss her breast through the fabric, up to the hard point of her nipple.

I suck it through the cotton.

She moans again, a soft, drawn-out sound that makes my cock throb. I imagine her hand between her legs, under those covers. Her sweet pussy, her swollen clit.

“That’s it,” I murmur, and lift my mouth long enough to meet her gaze. Her pupils are blown wide. “Can I push this fabric down? Suck your nipple without the shirt?”

There’s a quick nod.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” she quickly says. “Please.”

Fuck, I could get used to her begging. I slowly inch the fabric down over the soft swell of her tits until two tight pink nipples wink up at me. I groan at the sight. “So pretty,” I mutter. “Pink is my new favorite color.”

I lower my head to take one of them into my mouth. I suck strongly, and she moans again. I glance up to see her face pushed back against the pillow, her neck arched. She’s sensitive here, too.

I switch tits, giving the other the same hot, sucking treatment. And then I brush my teeth over her nipple.

Her breath turns loud, catches. The fingers threaded through my hair tighten with an almost painful grip. “That’s it, baby. Let it take you.”

She’s panting, and then her body bows beneath me. I slide my arm under her and hold her as she comes.

“Look at you,” I say, because I can’t stop, because I’ll never forget this. Because it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

She shudders, and there’s movement beneath the covers. The vibrations continue, but the sound is more muffled. She must have pushed it away from her sensitive clit.

Nora buries her face against my neck. “Oh my god.”

I pull her closer, so she’s curved into me as far as she can be with the cover separating us. “What a good, fierce girl. You did so well.”

“I can’t believe I just did that,” she says. “I just came with someone else.”

I smooth a hand over her silky hair. “You did, sweetheart.”

CHAPTER31

WEST

As it turns out, it’s even harder to concentrate at work the day after you’ve helped your best friend’s little sister have an orgasm. I was so hard after I left her in her bed, drowsy and dazed, that I had to jerk off twice before falling into exhausted sleep.

I still woke up aching.

I’m short with my assistant and my colleagues all day. They pick up on it, but no one comments, and I’m counting the minutes until I can leave Fairhaven and drive to pick Nora up from a fashion shoot in the city—one she booked far in advance and couldn’t cancel.

I’ll take her directly from the shoot to the Fashion Institute’s fundraising event after. She really wants to go, and we need to be seen in public. Win-win.

Arthur drives me into the city when it’s time. Nora’s fashion shoot is in downtown Manhattan, in an old brick building with giant windows. Looks like some kind of converted warehouse. I take the stairs two at a time and catch sight of my guards standing outside a door.

“Everything all right?” I ask.

“Yes,” Miguel says. He’s a prior-service marine and excellent at his job. “They’re inside. Seems like the shoot is running late.”

“Thanks.” I push open the door.