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TATE

It doesn’t take us long to get to my place, driving the speed limit when all I wanted to do was floor my truck as fast it could go.

Getting to the house on the beach isn’t easy.

That doesn’t mean the second I pull into the garage, throw my truck in park, I don’t take off for the woman who for all intents and purposes has been a thorn in my side.

“Tate.” I’m at Em’s door, opening it for her just as she puts her own vehicle in Park .

She has barely removed the keys from the ignition when I’m unlatching her seatbelt, holding my hand out for her, and practically dragging her through the garage.

If Emily were any other woman, I can guaran-fuckin-tee I’d not be this hot, and my cock wouldn’t stand at attention every second of every day the moment I think about her.

“Tired of waiting, babe.” She offers me her hand, and I don’t deny that mine goes around hers.

“I’m not sure I can wait much longer either.

” I let go of her hand, sliding it to her hip, meeting skin where her shirt lifted up, baring more softness, and then moving my hand down until I’m gripping her ass and hoisting her up.

Emily gets the memo and works with me. The second her legs are wrapped around my hips, I’m booking it towards the garage, my fingers moving until they meet wetness.

“Shit, Em, you’re greedy for it just like I am.” The second we’re inside the garage, I’m at the door leading to the house.

“Fuck.” The softness of her voice, right before she sinks down on my fingers, thank fuck for the flimsy material that seems to have a shit ton of stretch, giving me the room as her back meets the door.

“Press the button, babe.” When she doesn’t respond, I slowly pull my fingers out of her pussy, using my thighs to hold her up.

“No, don’t stop,” she mewls but does what I ask, pressing the button, and no sooner does the garage door start going down than my mouth touches hers, fingers working deep inside, sliding not one but two in, twisting them as I plunge in and out of her tightness.

Emily nips at my lower lip, pulling it down, causing a growl to come out, then I attack her, dominating not only the kiss but how she writhes on my fingers, realizing with how wet she is, I know Emily can take another one.

“You want more, Em?” I pull away from her sweet mouth. Her hands are digging into my shoulders, pressing her nails deep into my skin, and I know she’s marking me in more ways than one.

“Yes, God, Tate, I need you.” I watch as Emily works at the closure on her tits.

The tank she’s wearing rides up, showing even more of her stomach, the loose fabric sliding down, and I take my fingers away from her only to move them towards the front.

I already know how hard and fast she’s going to come, and even though my cock is hard, ready to fuck her, the cum weeping from the tip, saturating the boxer briefs I have on is all the evidence I need.

“You come on my fingers this time, then you’ll come around my cock. The faster you get there, Emily, the faster you’ll get my cock,” I say right before she tips her head back. “Shirt, pull it up, give me the view I’ve been fucking my fist to for too fucking long.”

“I’m close.” I watch as she crosses her arms over one another, gripping the hem, pulling the shirt over her head and tossing it to the ground.

“Fuck.” My eyes lock on her pretty tits, more than a handful, nipples upturned as she’s offering them up, like they were made for my lips to wrap around the pretty, dark cherry-colored tips.

“Yes.” Emily’s pussy ripples along my fingers, and as close as she is, I know the second my lips feast on her nipples, she’ll go off like a rocket.

So, that’s what I do, dip my head, licking at one, circling it with my tongue, going back and forth, not giving her what she needs, keeping the anticipation rolling, a lot like her hips.

“Tate!” I pull one nipple into my mouth, sucking it deep while plunging three fingers in and out until she digs into my scalp hard, cunt doing much of the same thing, and it’s like we’re back to that night.

Emily’s wetness drips down, a vice-like grip tightening on me, and she screams my name.

I’m lucky my villa is off the beaten path, or the calls that would go to the reception office would give us away long before we’re ready for our night to end.

“Fuck, if that isn’t a pretty sight.” I remove my fingers, sliding one up to graze her clit, knowing what it will do. The tremors set her off, hips arching towards me.

“If you don’t get inside me soon, Tate, I’m going to be so pissed off at you,” Em orders.

“Yes, ma’am.” I’ve already got her wrapped up against my body, plastered front to front, legs wrapped around me, and I’m opening the door, taking Em inside to finally get inside of her.