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I’m dying. Fucking dying without having a taste of her.

When I get to her chest, she moans again, rolling onto her back, letting the blanket she’d haphazardly pulled over herself float to the floor.

“Jesus Christ, baby,” I groan, running my eyes down her body and taking in the thin tank and tiny pair of panties she’s wearing. “You don’t play fair.”

The air turns thick with desire as I stare at her incredible body, listening to the sound of her shallow breaths in my ear.

Is she as desperate for me as I am for her?

“Kingston,” she moans, answering my question as if I asked it out loud.

I should push to my feet. I should walk out the door and resort to jerking off in the shower like I have all week.

“Please,” she whimpers, spreading her thighs wider, letting me see the damp patch on her panties.

“Fuck.”

My mouth waters and my fingers twitch.

Would she wake up if I were to pull the fabric aside and take what we both need?

With my eyes locked on her face, I tuck my fingers beneath the soft lace and slowly tug it away.

She moans and her hips lift from the couch, but her eyes don’t so much as flicker with awareness.

My heart pounds and my chest heaves, a potent rush of desire flooding through my veins.

Lorelei is here somewhere. She could walk out any minute and find me on my knees for my wife.

It should probably be enough to stop me, but it isn’t.

With my mouth watering, I lean forward and take what I desperately crave.

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TATUM

“Oh god.”

Kingston’s tongue licks up the length of my pussy, making my hips lift from the couch in my need for more.

More.

I always need more.

The weekend at the cabin was nowhere near enough.

I’ve missed this.

Missed this so much I want to sob in relief as he sucks on my clit, swirling the tip of his tongue around the swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves.

Heat seeps through my limbs as my release makes itself known all too soon.

I’m not ready.

More. I need more.

“Open for me, brat,” he growls when my thighs clamp tight, pinning his ears.