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Someone paid a lot of attention to what I was wearing if he even noticed my boots. Hiding my smile, I nod.

“Noted.” I move into my closet, already piecing the outfit together in my head. While I get changed, Cassian can hit me with all the information I need before we arrive. I need a run down of who is who at this damn thing. “Tell me everything I need to know. What should I watch out for, who should I be most wary of, and who should I avoid at all costs? All of that crap,” I holler, whipping my oversized tee off. I’m acutely aware of him in the other room, but I’m out of view at this end of the small walk-in closet.

“Me.”

I startle at the close proximity of his voice, whirling around to watch his eyes land on my exposed breasts.

“I’m getting dressed,” I blurt, making no move to hide an inch of my exposed skin. All that stands between us is my panties.

“I don’t think you should bother,” he rasps, eyes darkening with every breath he takes.

I frown, but I don’t move as he slowly prowls toward me.

He approaches with a finesse that leaves me breathless, and he hasn’t even touched me. The second he’s within arms reach, he moves lightning fast, snatching at my panties, which crumple on the floor beside me a moment later.

“Cassian,” I mutter, unsure what it is I’m asking for.

“Don’t finish whatever bullshit is about to come out of your mouth. If I’m still in the room, we both know it’s a waste of breath for you to tell me you don’t want me.”

He cups my pussy with his next breath, his go-to move, and the heat that rises between us becomes an inferno.

“Fuck, you’re hot.”

I know he’s talking about the connection too. My chest rises and falls uncontrollably as I stare up at him, revealing my desire despite my will to shield anything and everything from him. “If you do this now, I’m going to walk into that party freshly fucked,” I croak, and he smirks.

“I like the sound of that.”

His lips crash against mine as he completely crowds me in every way. His body presses against me, his breath mingles with mine, and his mouth consumes me.

I cling to his neck, my nails digging into his skin as I battle for control, but it’s too much. He’s too much. I’m helpless to do anything other than concede.

He lifts me in the air, sweeping my feet straight off the ground, only to lie me down on the floor in the next moment. I want him as naked as I am this time. Last time, in the bathroom, I was exposed while he remained dressed. Not this time.

Blindly searching for the hem of his t-shirt, I scramble to untuck it from his jeans to be met with soft-yet-hard skin a second later when my fingers splay across his abs.

“Fuck,” he grumbles, tearing his mouth from mine as he reaches behind his head to tug the material off. I blink at his muscles, the tension running through him as he hovers above me. I need more.

Sweeping my hands down to the waistband of his jeans, I undo the button and he takes the hint. I’m left cold and needy for a few seconds as he kicks off his boots and jeans, and it doesn’t go unnoticed that there’s nothing else beneath the denim, just his thick length jutting in my direction, eager for attention.

He drops to his knees with a thud, and my throat goes dry with anticipation. My head pulses where I slammed it against the mirror last time, a silent reminder of how hard and rough we were. Maybe we can take it easier this time. Maybe. But the feral look in his eyes tells me it’s unlikely.

Without a word, he crawls between my thighs, grabbing my right leg and pinning it against my chest as his vision locks on my core. Tingles dance over my skin with anticipation, but I’m not left wondering long before he leans down and swipes his tongue between my folds.

“Fuck.” It’s my turn to curse this time as one soft sweep leads to another before his movements become more urgent. He reaches for my left leg, pressing it against my body along with my other so he can devour even more of me.

I try to grasp the carpet beneath me, desperate to cling onto something as my body swirls at his touch, but it’s pointless, so I grab onto the only thing in reach: his hair. My fingers tangle in his cropped brown locks at the exact same time he thrusts two fingers deep into my core, matching the rhythm of his tongue without giving me a second to adjust.

We’re desperate, needy, and rough.

I don’t think I like it any other way.

My hips lift from the floor, my back arching as I match his pace with my own, and a few moments later, I feel the telltale sign of my climax tingling in my toes. My hold on his hair tightens as I moan in ecstasy, bathing in the glow of my release as he laps eagerly at my folds.

He doesn’t stop until I’m completely wrung out, slowly lifting his gaze to meet mine.

With one swift swoop, he lifts me into his lap, hands engulfing my ass cheeks as he grinds me down against his cock. My nipples grow taut pressed against his skin as we stare at one another. Panting, sweat clings to my skin, my hair loose and pressed against my neck as we remain frozen in place.

“Ride me,” he rasps. “Show me you want it just as badly as I do.”