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M y breathing increased and a sudden rush of adrenaline made my pulse throb in my ears. I was blind, deaf, and dumb to everything else in that moment.

Connor had all my attention. He was so damn handsome.

His chest lifted and fell as he sucked in a breath, and just like that my panties were drenched.

I couldn’t really say what it was about him that made me so bold and reckless.

So wanton.

But for whatever reason, I felt like if I didn’t move quickly, he was going to up and vanish like a puff of smoke.

My cousin Michaela had recently found her soul mate in a man she crushed on for years, and where her happy ever after ending had taken some serious turns to come to its fruition, everything was okay now.

Thank goodness.

We all had parents with these impossible love stories that we grew up hearing, and well, I wasn’t sure if I was built for that kind of thing. I didn’t know if it would ever happen to me.

Love, that is.

But I wasn’t asking for that.

This was not love. This was sex.

I was well aware of that fact, and I understood the consequences of my actions.

But sometimes, a girl had to take care of herself. I had needs. Needs that had gone unmet for far too long.

And Connor Callahan looked like just the type of man who could handle me.

So, for the first time in my life, I played the sex kitten. I stripped off my gown and stood in my matching bra and panty set and I waited while the steel-eyed man looked me over from head to toe.

Anxiety raced through me.

Did he find me lacking? Was that why he hadn’t moved?

I sucked in a breath, and whatever trance he was in, Connor snapped right the fuck out of it.

He seemed to blur across the room, one big hand on my hip and the other on the back of my neck as he pulled me flush against his still clothed body.

“Connor,” I moaned, sounding breathless and sexy to my own ears.

“Mine,” he growled and covered my mouth with his.

He kissed like a man on a mission. And if said mission was to turn my mind to mush, he fucking succeeded.

No doubt about it.

“So fucking soft,” he grunted, grabbing onto my ass and grinding against me.

Normally, I would take that as a bad thing. But Connor said it like he was thankful. Like he liked the way I felt.

I hoped that was true because I sure as fuck liked the way he felt, too.

He was so big, towering over me. So strong and hard. His muscled body felt good against mine.

Very, very good.

I’d always been a big girl, but when Connor looked at me with lust and desire glittering in his dark eyes, I didn’t think about that. I wasn’t shy or self-conscious.

How could I be when I could feel his stark need in the flex of his iron hard cock against my soft tummy?

“Want to see you naked, Darlin’,” he said, picking me up off the ground and closing his mouth over my nipple through the lacy fabric of my bra.

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned, digging my nails into the shirt covering his shoulders.

Holy shit .

His mouth felt hot, insistent. He dropped plucking kisses on both breasts, sucking on my flesh and nibbling my skin.

I wanted him naked, too.

Wanted to see those tattoos I saw peeking out from his collar.

Wanted to taste them.

“Bedroom?” he asked.

“That way.” I pointed, and he nodded, walking with me in his arms like I weighed nothing at all.

I flexed my hips, wrapping my legs around his waist, and trying to find some relief for the pressure building inside me.

“Easy, Darlin’. I got you,” he growled, following me down on top of my mattress.

This apartment was not new. I’d lived there about a year, but this was the first time a man had been in my bedroom.

“Fuck, Baby, look at you,” he growled.

His gaze roamed over me, drinking in the sight of my body.

I could only imagine the mess I looked like with my legs splayed, showing him exactly how much I wanted him.

He had one knee on the bed, the other on the floor as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Gonna lick your sweet little pussy first. Get you ready for me. You want that, Darlin’? Want my tongue on your cunt?”

My eyes widened.

His words were filthy.

And hot.

So fucking hot.

No one had ever talked to me like that before. Certainly not my ex. In fact, I wasn’t sure Steve even knew what oral sex was. But it sounded divine.

So, I nodded because, yes, I did want that.

“Words, Clementine. I need words from you,” he growled.

Connor ripped his shirt off, and I moaned at the feast before my eyes. He really was a stud. Muscles covered his torso, and thick designs were inked across his bronzed skin.

His chest rumbled, and the sound so raw and animalistic, but it must have triggered some instinctive response because my nipples pebbled, and I felt myself get even wetter.

He pulled my panties down my hips, tearing them when he couldn’t get them any lower because of my open legs. I gasped, but he didn’t slow down or stop.

Connor slid his fingers across my slippery lips, then he stuck two of them inside me, making me arch off the bed.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. I can’t wait to feel you on my cock,” he growled, removing his fingers.

I whined at the loss of his brutish invasion, but I had no time to react because Connor was already leaning down. He grabbed my thighs, forcing my legs to open even wider, then he closed his hot mouth over my pussy, making out with my sex and dragging a long, keening moan from my lips.

“So wet. So fucking sweet. Relax those legs for me, Darlin’. Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you,” he growled.

I nodded, dropping my legs at his nudging. His inked up hands looked good against my paler skin, and I moaned at the forbidden contact.

Holy. Fuck.

“Good girl,” he praised me, and my ovaries basically exploded.

Daddy kink unlocked.

Who knew?

“Yes, Daddy. Please,” I moaned, cupping his head as he ate me out with fervor.

I flexed my hips, chasing my pleasure against his skilled tongue. Goddamn, the man did this like a pro, and I really didn’t want to think about how he got so good at that.

“Eyes on me, Darlin’,” he growled, lifting his head covered in my slick, shining on his chin.

Damn.

Why was that sexy?

True, I was no femme fatale, but there was something about this man that brought a side of me out I’d never revealed to anyone.

He made me feel special.

Earthy.

Lusty.

And so damn good.

Especially when he gazed at me like that. His eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that left me winded.

It was as if nothing else existed in the world except for the space between us. The kind of look that made my heart skip a beat, a mix of pure physical yearning and something deeper—something more unspoken.

I could feel the weight of his gaze. Like he was memorizing every detail of me. As if I was the singular focus of all his attentions.

The world outside seemed to fade away, and it was just us.

Connor’s stare was steady. He had this raw power that made me long to know what he was thinking, how he felt.

He made me feel seen in a way that no one had ever made me feel before.

Like I mattered, like everything I was—every flaw, every strength—was like ambrosia to him.

And it wasn’t just the look. It was the quiet power behind it.

Connor Callahan was a dangerous man.

The way he made me feel, both vulnerable and safe at the same time, was something I never had.

I shouldn’t build him up that way. I knew better. But I couldn’t seem to help myself.

Connor Callahan was the answer to every unspoken longing I ever had.

This right here was the fulfillment of all the dreams I never thought I would experience.

But I am.

With him.

Right now.

I just had to trust him enough to let go.

“Stop thinking so hard, Darlin’. Just hold on to me.”