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For the first time during this interaction, Audrey seems shy. But she still only hesitates a second before making her way up my chest and carefully maneuvering herself until the seam of her pussy hovers above me.

Just out of fucking reach.

Swallowing down a growl of frustration, I try to keep my voice smooth and even when I say, “You’ve gotta bring it to me, sweetheart. I only get what you let me have, remember?”

Audrey looks down at me, lower lip pinched between her teeth as she slowly lowers.

I’m impatient—and maybe a little desperate to have her on my tongue—so the second she’s within reach, I crane my neck as far as it will go and seal my mouth over her.

Another deep groan reverberates through my chest at how wet she is.

It means the sounds she was making were genuine—as was her enjoyment of my cock in her mouth—and has me nearly ready to spill again.

One of Audrey’s hands weaves into my hair as I flick the hard nub of her clit with the tip of my tongue. I wish I could grab her hips and bring her closer, but I’ll have to settle for the sweet way she’s working them over me, riding my tongue as she chases her climax.

When her hand tightens in my hair and the weight against my mouth increases as her legs give out, I nearly come along with her. It’s only sheer will and determination to watch her fuck me that saves me.

I expect Audrey to take a minute to recover, but as soon as her thighs stop quaking, she moves away, backing down my body until the wet heat of her flushed pussy drags over the backside of my dick.

“I think I like this.” Audrey pushes upright, being careful not to press her hands against the bruise on my chest. She lifts high on her knees, reaching between our bodies to angle my cock into place.

“Maybe next time I’ll make you come with my mouth, and then let you make me come with yours.

” She sinks over me, the glide eased by her release.

Her eyes slip closed, head tipping back as the air rushes from her lungs. “You feel so good.”

All my patience and my willingness to hand her the reins is rewarded when she begins to move and the soft swells of her tits bounce as our bodies meet. It’s mesmerizing and erotic as fuck, and…

It suddenly occurs to me I can’t do anything to help Audrey finish the second time. She normally needs direct contact with her clit for round two, and my hands are quite literally tied.

“I want you to come with me, sweetheart. But to do that, you’ve either gotta get this belt off my hands, or you’re going to need to touch yourself.”

I don’t know which option I find more appealing. Both have the base of my spine tingling.

Audrey’s lids lift, gaze slightly dazed. “I’m not letting you go until we’re done.”

She slips one hand between her thighs, fingers brushing against the base of my dick as she works circles around her clit. And it’s in this moment I begin to realize this was a really bad fucking idea. I want to hold out. More than I’ve ever wanted to hold out in my life.

But it’s just not gonna happen. Not with her tits bouncing the way they are and her fingers wedged between our bodies. And sure as fuck not with the wet sounds her pussy’s making every time she bottoms out on me.

The tingling at my spine becomes a full bolt of lightning and my balls ache as they cinch so tight I’m afraid I’m going to pull something.

I still manage to hang on a few more seconds, but that’s all I have.

I lose the fucking fight, groaning loud and long as my cock flexes inside her, the already wet sounds we’re making becoming downright obscene.

As a stroke of pure luck, Audrey only makes it a few more seconds herself, and she’s able to finish before my body runs out of steam.

When she collapses against my chest, I finally bring my arms down, hooking them around her body.

Her face is smashed against my neck, hair scattered across my face as she breathes heavily, trying to catch her breath.

After a few long minutes, she raises up, looking happy and satisfied and a little sleepy. “What’s your headboard like? Does it have posts?”

I laugh, the sound surprisingly loud as it comes out of me. “I guess you’ll have to wait and see. If it doesn’t suit your needs, I’m more than happy to replace it.”

She smooths down her wild hair and ducks beneath my grip. Her soft fingers move over the belt at my wrists as she unfastens it and sets me free. “Does that mean you want me to come to Nashville?”

I hold still as she rubs the lines creased into my skin. “I feel like I already made my position on where you should be pretty clear.”

Instead of looking happy by my words, Audrey’s lips flatten, her brows pinching. “I really like working.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to leave Memphis?” I don’t like the thought of that. At all. I would make it work if it’s what she really wants, but?—

“I’m not saying that. At all.” She laces her fingers between mine, continuing the connection still holding us together. “I just mean I don’t think I would be happy if I didn’t have a job.”

I get that we haven’t worked out the specific parameters of what our future looks like, but I guess I thought Audrey knew me well enough to know I would never stop her from doing what she wanted. Even if that involved staying in Memphis.

“I’m sure there are lots of stores in Nashville that would love your expertise.”

“Yeah?” She seems pleased with my answer. “Maybe while I’m stuck here waiting, I’ll look around and see what’s out there.”

I take a deep breath, knowing I’ve got to tell her not only what Butch shared with us during our meeting, but also that Darion, the PI Trevor hired to follow her, is missing.

I’m not looking forward to explaining either one.

As if the universe can sense my desire to delay, the phone on the table beside me starts to ring before I can open my mouth.

Stretching to grab it, I press it against my ear. “Hello?”

“I need to talk to Audrey.” Becca sounds wound up.

I pass the receiver right over. “It’s Becca.”

Audrey takes it and I head for the bathroom while the two women are talking. I’m pretty sure I left one hell of a mess on—and in—Audrey, so I grab a washcloth and run it under the warm water.

When I get back into the room, Audrey’s pulling on her clothes.

“What’s going on?”

“Becca needs some…” She scrunches up her face as she wrestles on a sneaker. “Feminine products.” Audrey goes into the bathroom and comes out with a handful of plastic packages. “I’m going to take her some.”

“Hurry back.” I stretch out on the bed without bothering to get dressed. “You’ve got a whole stack of rain checks to get through.”

Audrey gives me a sweet smile, but her cheeks pink up as her eyes drag down my body, pausing on my re-energized dick. “I’ll make it quick.”