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Her straps fell off her shoulders, and then the bra slipped down to her waist. I had a full view of her breasts.

“Fuck, Grace.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Zachary

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I’d managed to keep myself under control until now, but having this woman bared in front of me, wearing only her lace panties...

I was a red-blooded man; I wasn’t made out of stone. Without any warning, I kissed her the way I’d wanted to since I picked her up that morning—wet and deep. I cupped one breast, teasing her nipple with my thumb. It went taut beneath my touch almost immediately. Her gorgeous body was made for me and only me. I refused to believe it ever responded to anyone else the way it did to me. I ran my other hand down her back and then cupped her buttocks. She rose onto her toes, putting both arms around my neck.

Yes. Oh fuck, yes.

I kissed her until I was so hard that I had to stop touching her long enough to get rid of my pants. It wasn’t enough to simply lower the zipper and open the button to release the pressure. I wanted them out of the way. Looking her straight in the eyes, I pushed my pants down, then my underwear too.

“Your mouth is red,” I told her. “I fucking love it.”

She covered it slowly, then looked down at herself and back up at me.

“Always surprising me,” she said with a grin. “Then again, I did kind of cause this by getting lost in my dress.”

I groaned. “I was on the verge of coming in here even before that just thinking that you were taking your clothes off.”

“I want to do this.” She put her hands on the lowest button on my shirt and worked her way up. “You look so sexy with thisshirt and these cuff links. I can’t believe I didn’t see them until now. They suit you. You should wear them more often.”

I tilted my head. “I’m not a cuff link type of man, but for you, I’ll wear them.”

Her eyes lit up as she pushed the shirt down my arms. I took off the undershirt myself, and she sighed.

“Oh, you know, this past week, I’ve been wondering if these were real or I was hyping them up in my imagination.” She trailed her fingers down my abs, then moved her mouth in a straight line from my stomach down to my navel. My cock rubbed against her neck. The contact was enough to make me groan. I was so damn hard already. “And I,” she said, sitting on her bed, which put her face-to-face with my cock, “also wondered if this was as amazing as I remembered. And what do you know? It is.”

She licked slowly from the base up to the tip. Pleasure rushed through me. Being with this woman heightened everything.

“No,” I said, taking a step back. “Right now, I want to bury my face in your pussy, Grace.”

She gasped, pressing her thighs together and looking downward. She always said that I surprised her because I moved from flirty to serious, but she kept me on my toes too. I never knew when dirty talking would elicit this reaction, or when she’d get shy. But I loved both responses. I realized I simply liked every facet of Grace.

“Zachary,” she murmured.

I inspected her bed. It wasn’t high enough, so I lifted her off it and put her on the desk in the corner.

“This is better.” I sat down on the chair at the desk, spreading her thighs wide. “Put your feet here.” I patted my thighs.

She did just that, and I pulled her ass to the very edge of her desk. She moaned even before I put my mouth on her. She was already wet. Instead of starting with her clit, I dipped mytongue inside her, curling it once, twice, three times. Grace’s body undulated beneath me. Then her shoulders turned forward and backward. She grabbed the edge of the desk with one hand and my hair with the other. My woman wanted to ride my face, and I loved it.

I kept moving my tongue inside her, applying pressure on her clit—first with the tip of my nose and then with my thumb—until I felt her clench around my tongue. Making this woman come was one of my pleasures in life. In fact, it was at the very top of my favorite things to do.

From this position, I had a view of her gorgeous breasts, but I couldn’t see her face. That was fine. This wasn’t the only orgasm I planned to give her today.

With my tongue buried inside her, I was aware of every single reaction to everything I did to her. When she came, I knew she needed space to move, so I pulled my head back, but I kept my thumb on her clit. Her ass came off the desk as she planted her feet deep on my thighs.

“Zacharyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!” Her orgasm was beautiful. The skin on her entire torso turned pink. She squeezed her breasts with both hands as she put her ass back on the desk. I rose to my feet and entered her in one swift thrust.

“Grace!” I groaned.

Pleasure unlike anything I’d experienced filled me—and torture, too, of course, because I was desperate to come already. Feeling her wrapped around me like this was enough to satisfy me for a split second.