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Initially, my plan was to play out her fantasy to a T, but as much as I loved the idea of her lips wrapped around my dick, the thought of dragging those shorts off and making her come again was much more appealing.

Besides, there was an orgasm imbalance between us.

She’d gotten me off more times than I could count, and it was time to level the playing field.

I grabbed her wrists, pushing her backward toward the bench. “ Uh-uh . You sit. I kneel.”

She looked up at me. “But in my diary—”

I silenced her with a kiss. Those goddamn glossy lips had been calling to me like a siren song, and I couldn’t resist them any longer. She opened for me instantly, tasting like mint and watermelon lip gloss and memories of a simpler time.

With a groan, I stepped into her, forcing her back against the wall as I deepened the kiss.

She clutched at my shoulders, meeting my tongue stroke for stroke.

My hands slid from her face to her breasts, palms cupping the sides, thumbs brushing over her nipples slowly at first, and then faster, matching the pace she set in her videos.

She shivered, tilting her head back to give me greater access.

I kissed, licked and bit my way to her earlobe, filing every response away, learning what she liked, what she loved.

The way she dug her nails into me when I swirled my tongue a certain way.

Her gasp when I gently pinched her nipples.

And then the soft, breathy little moan that followed when I dragged my mouth down her neck.

“Nic,” she said, sounding out of breath.

My answering grin was triumphant. I’d already been promoted from Junior and we hadn’t even gotten started yet. “Mmm?” I mumbled, unwilling to take my lips off her long enough to talk.

“I want to feel your mouth on me,” she said.

God bless women who weren’t afraid to tell you what they wanted.

I turned us, bumping the back of her knees against the bench hard enough to send her falling to the padded seat.

Her ass had barely hit the cushion before I dropped in front of her, crowding between her legs, hands bunching her shirt up and over her head, fingers slipping inside the cups of her bra.

I kissed her again, toying with her nipples, teasing her until I tugged the lace down and let her breasts spill free.

And then I pulled my mouth from hers and leaned down, swirling my tongue over one nipple while my fingers played with the other.

She made a desperate sound and shifted her hips forward, needing friction between her thighs. I tilted my pelvis up just enough to meet hers, the ridge of my cock pressed tight to her sex, giving her something to grind on.

“ Nic ,” she said with more desperation.

I lifted off her just enough to speak. “Not as into teasing in real life as you are in your videos?”

“I’m not teasing in them. It takes time to work myself up when it’s just me.”

My head swam, all the blood in my body rushing south to my dick. It took her time to work herself up, but I’d just gotten my hands on her, and already she was asking for more.

I went back to worshipping her breasts with my mouth while my fingers traveled lower, unbuttoning her shorts and sliding the zipper down.

With a tug, I had them moving, and she shifted her hips just enough for me to pull both her shorts and thong free.

I dropped them to the floor beside me and leaned back, taking a moment to drink her in.

She was stunning, from her large dark eyes all the way to the little rainbow tattoo on her ankle.

Digging in my pocket, I hauled out more quarters and turned halfway around.

“What are you doing?” Lauren asked.

“Creating a memory,” I told her, dropping the quarters into the machine and hitting go.

I swiveled back around, ducked low enough to hook her legs over my shoulders, and dragged her to the edge of the bench.

I’d been thinking about doing this to her since the night at Velvet when I realized how turned on she was by the sight of another woman getting head, and without preamble, I dove down and buried my face in her pussy.

She sucked in a breath just as the first flash filled the booth.

I grinned even as I ran my tongue through her folds, imagining the resulting picture.

Then the taste of her hit me and all other thoughts fled from my mind.

There wasn’t anything else to compare it to.

Words like sweet, bitter, sharp, and musky came to mind, descriptors that most women didn’t want to hear, because they didn’t sound like they should taste good. But they fucking did.

Lauren’s slickness suddenly had me ravenous, and I groaned, pressing closer, sliding my tongue as deep as I could reach.

“Oh, fuck,” she said, sounding caught off guard. A hand hit my shoulder, bracing herself as she arched her hips. Another camera flash turned my vision white—this photo reel was going to be obscene .

I replaced my tongue with my fingers, driving them deep, hooking them forward until her soft cries told me I’d found her G-spot . All the idiot men out there who claimed it was a myth either hadn’t spent enough time asking their partners what felt good, or they didn’t understand basic anatomy.

I curled my fingers inside her in a come hither motion and switched from the flat of my tongue to the tip, running it in a circle around her tight little bundle of nerves before flicking over it several times in quick succession.

“Oh my g—what are y—oh, fuck.” Her words ended on a moan.

Another flash.

I repeated the motions again and again, until words failed her entirely and she stopped moving, her muscles clenching up around me like her body was about to seize. A feeling of victory mixed with pride swept through me, and I picked up the pace, driving Lauren harder, faster.

She panted, nails digging through my shirt, thighs squeezing the sides of my face. A shudder ran through her. Her inner muscles clenched on my fingers. “ Nic! ”

It was all the warning I had before she came, her body wracked with shivers, legs clamping around me like a boa constrictor.

Warmth flooded my fingers as I continued to pump into her.

I shifted my tongue to the sides of her clit, knowing direct stimulation while coming could quickly become too much, and slowed my pace, easing her down from her high.

The camera flashed a final time.

I dropped one last kiss on her folds and glanced up to see Lauren looking absolutely wrecked. Her eyes were wild, chest heaving, lipstick smeared like she’d bitten her own lips to keep from screaming.

“What,” she said, “the fuck was that?”

I chuckled and gently thrust my fingers inside her, reveling in how wet she was for me. “Does that mean you forgive me now?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Tell me how you learned to do that, and maybe I’ll consider it.”

“What? This?” I hooked my fingers forward again and stroked her until she moaned.

As tempting as it was to get her off again, I understood the advantage of leaving her wanting more, so I slowly slid my fingers free. I couldn’t resist one more taste of her, though, slipping them through my lips and cleaning every last drop of her off my skin. God, the taste of her was a drug.

She watched me with hungry eyes before her focus dropped below my belt. “Get your dick out.”

Her order nearly startled a laugh out of me, but I shook my head. Did I want her hands and tongue and mouth on me? Absolutely, but tonight was about her. Leaning forward, I helped her back into her underwear and shorts, one foot at a time.

“Please?” she said, the open need in her voice like music to my ears.

“Not tonight,” I told her, because I didn’t think I could stop at her sucking me off. I’d need more of her, all of her, and I wanted her to be able to scream in peace when I finally got inside her. “Lift your hips,” I told her, sliding her clothes up her legs.

She did as I asked, moving just enough that I was able to get them back in place.

Her eyes narrowed as she tucked her tits inside her bra.

“Why are you being so nice? I remember you. Don’t try to hide from me, Junior.

” Oh, so I was Nic when I was getting her off and Junior the rest of the time?

“You were a grumpy bastard back then, and, judging by the way you death-glared all the church biddies, you’re even worse now. ”

If she only knew what else I’d done to the church biddies. “Maybe I’ve changed.”

She snorted. “Somehow, I doubt that.”

I gripped her thighs and started to pull her close again. “What do I need to do to convince you? More groveling?”

She blew out a shaky breath. “No.”

The suspicion remained in her gaze, so I ran my hands up her legs, gripping her hips. “What if we erase all of it?”

Her brows drew together. “What do you mean?”

“What if we rewrite those bad memories with good ones? Pick up where we left off?”

Her eyes dropped to my lips. “I’m not looking for something serious right now.”

I nodded, ready to lie through my teeth, say whatever it took to see her again. “I can’t do anything serious either.”

Her gaze lifted back to mine, and I could see the turmoil in her eyes as she decided something. “Look, I’m breaking all my rules here, but what are you doing Friday?”

I fought back a grin. “Whatever you’re doing Friday.”

“Let me show you what else Velvet has to offer, and if you’re still interested after, we can talk about this more.”

“I’ll be there.”