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Sugar

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Fine. I’d talk first. “You have no right to—”

My words muffled as his mouth slammed down on mine, his body backing me into the hall and against the wall across from his door. My overstuffed cow feet tripped and lifted off the ground as he shoved me into the hard surface. He wasn’t being demanding or grabby, just … passionate.

My fingers knotted in his hair, and I softened. “Noah…” His name was a whispered caress from my lips to his.

“I don’t like when other men are in your apartment,” he whispered, his mouth brushing over my lips.

My fingers forked through his hair as I pulled him closer. “It’s my job.”

His hand pressed into the back of my pants and squeezed. “No, it’s not.”

He was right—for now—but that might change in the near future. I still hadn’t had time to consider Micah’s offer.

“You can’t do that when I’m with a client.” I fed my hand up the back of his shirt, touching hot flesh and muscle.

He lifted me and my legs wrapped around his hips as he carried me into his apartment and kicked the door shut. We tumbled to his leather sofa where he continued to kiss me, stripping off my shirt and groping my tits.

“Don’t invite them in,” he rasped, dropping his mouth lower and kissing a path down my stomach. “Just me, Avery.”

He pulled down my pants, and his mouth was on me the second he had my panties out of the way. I arched and fisted his hair as he ate me with pure determination.

“Just me,” he whispered over my wet folds, driving a finger deep. “Tell me what you want. I’ll please you however you need.”

What he was doing was rather nice… “That. Keep doing that.”

He licked and kissed and teased. “Let me make you come.”

Was he asking? What kind of question was that? “Yes.”

He pressed another finger deep, striking a tender nerve as he thrust faster. His tongue swirled over my clit, sucking, nibbling. And then I was crying out as I came against his mouth.

His eyes found mine as I slowly came down. “Wow.”

“Should I lick it up?”

Oh, my God… “Yes…”

He spread my folds and slowly dragged his tongue up my slit, licking and cleaning me like a cat, his eyes on me the entire time. I moaned and caught my breath, savoring his delicate attention.

“And here?” His mouth lowered, his breath teasing my soft skin as his tongue slid in a slow circle. Lower.

“Mmm, yes…”

He spent days down there, asking and then doing everything I said he could do. Eventually, he moved to my legs, kissing the backs of my knees, massaging up my calves and thighs and coming back to kiss my clit with the softest little caresses. I wasn’t sure what his motivation was, but I was never one to object to being worshipped.

His hands fondled my breasts as he worked his way around my body. There was no groping or grabbing. Just delicate caresses that had my mind lulling in the sweetest place. He kissed my lips, and I peeked through my lashes and smiled. Damn, he was good.

Lowering off the couch, he slid to the floor, to his knees. I wanted to pull him back to me, but maybe he was tired of being the giver. He folded his hands behind his back and lowered his weight onto his heels. Then he looked at me as if waiting for instructions.

Oh, my fucking God, he was kneeling for me. My heart tripped, and I eased up on one elbow.

“Noah?”

“Should I do more or would you like something else?”

I blinked, noting the sizable bulge in his pants. Dear lord, this must be killing him! “Come here. Take off your pants.”

He rose and stripped, then stood next to the couch. “Where do you want my hands?”

This wasn’t how I expected this to go, but I wasn’t about to complain. “Sit down. Lift your hands behind your head and hold them there.”

He complied without a single objection. I slid between his legs, resting my knees on the floor. Watching him carefully, I slowly stroked. His nostrils flared, and his chest lifted on a deep inhalation, but he didn’t reach for me.

I took my time blowing him, my hands sliding over his smooth flesh as my mouth played and explored.

He was incredibly still, watching my every move. Always watching me.

When I took him deep and looked up at him, the black of his pupils swallowed the blue of his irises. But his hands remained obediently clamped behind his head.

His breathing labored as I toyed with his balls and dragged my tongue slowly up his shaft. Sucking a finger deep into my mouth, I watched him as I brought it down to his taint.

“Spread your legs, Noah. And scoot forward.”

His jaw ticked, but he did as I said, his body easing to the edge of the couch and his knees gradually widening. His hesitation was notable, which made his compliance all the more rewarding. I teased his puckered flesh, and his lips parted as he drew in a breath.



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