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good.”

Her toes went up his calf, then back down again in a teasing stroke. “I wonder what you taste like.

We’ve never kissed.”

“I know.” His voice had lowered. His cock throbbed. Fuck they needed to get out of here, but the

waiter still hadn’t brought the bill. “I wanted to earlier.”

“But you don’t want to now?” Delicate brows rose, pouty lips pursed. Her foot dropped from his leg

and then, Holy Mother of God, went right for his lap, her toes curling around the front of his jeans, sliding

over his erection.

“Hell yes, I want to,” he growled, glancing about the restaurant in frustration. “Where the hell is our

goddamned check?”

She laughed, a joyous little sound that declared clearly she was having a lot of fun with this. Her toes

stroked again, teasing him, and he bit back a curse. “Eager to leave?”

“Only if I know you’re going with me.”

She stilled, her expression serious. “It’s your lucky night. I’ve decided that I’m definitely going with

you.”

Relief flooded him, and he wanted to shout in victory.
Yes.
She was going home with him. He didn’t

know what he wanted to do first, fuck her senseless or eat her pussy. Both sounded good. He didn’t even

know what she looked like naked. Hell, they hadn’t even kissed yet.

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Which meant tonight was going to be about discovery. And it was going to be so, so sweet.

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Chapter Five

Scarlett had agreed to go home with Trevor because really, she didn’t have a choice. The attraction

between them was too strong, too wild to ignore. The second they locked gazes, heat flared between them,

searing her to the bone. He’d come for her immediately after the show ended, gorgeous and breathless and

eager, and she’d wanted to melt into the floor. He’d escorted her out of the theatre so fast she thought he’d

given her whiplash.

He wanted to get her alone, and it thrilled her. Dinner had been delicious. She’d been starved, but she

could hardly remember what she ate. And sushi was one of her favorite treats.

All memories were forgotten now that she was walking into Trevor’s apartment. The place was dark,

shadows coming from the uncovered kitchen window casting shards of light in spots. She waited, her entire

body shaking as he quietly shut the door and approached her from behind.

And then he was there, touching her, his hand, his fingers on her neck, pushing aside her ponytail. She

held her breath. Her shoulders were tense as she waited for his next move. She knew he wouldn’t

disappoint.

Trevor didn’t. His mouth landed at her nape, hot and wet and sucking on her skin. She sighed, and her

eyes slid closed as he continued his gentle assault, teeth nibbling, arms wrapping around her middle. His

hands splayed across her stomach, fingers spread wide, and she arched into his touch.

“I want to possess every inch of you,” he whispered hotly against her ear before he nipped it with his

teeth.

She shuddered, heaved a harsh breath as he licked her ear. “I’m no one’s possession.”

He chuckled, his tongue darting out to lick her lobe. “I could make you mine. And you’d enjoy every

minute of it.”

She didn’t doubt that for a second. Everything about him told her he knew exactly what he was doing.

That he would bring her insurmountable pleasure of the likes she’d never experienced before.

Anticipation curled through her, and she slid her hands over his arms, her fingers tracing the veins in

his strong forearms, the hairs that grew there tickling her palms. He felt solid, strong, and when his hands

manipulated at her sides, turning her to face him she went willingly.

He cupped her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks, drawing closer and closer to her mouth. She

stared up at him, enthralled by his expression. Heavy lidded, his lashes thick and dark, casting shadows

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across his skin—a face of seduction, of sin. A lock of dark brown hair flopped over his forehead, giving

him an almost boyish look, and she marveled at the contrasts.

Wicked and sweet. Dark and light.

Trevor studied her mouth, his lips parting and she turned her face up, ready for his kiss. His thumb

streaked across her lower lip, back and forth, catching on her skin and her tongue snuck out, licking at the

tip.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, sinking his thumb deeper into her mouth. “Suck it like you would

suck my cock.”

Her insides melted at his hot words, and she did as he asked, her lips wrapped tight around his thumb,

her tongue licking. She sucked him deep, her hand grabbing at his wrist so she could draw his thumb in and

out of her mouth. A groan escaped him as he kept his gaze locked on her face, her lips. The passion she saw

there was unmistakable.

It made her feel powerful, strong. For a man who wielded such control he gave it up to her just as

easily, letting her please him, drive him wild without further command. She liked being told what to do.

Something she hadn’t admitted to him, a fact she didn’t like to admit to anyone except for those who

figured it out.

And only a select few did that.

“Get on your knees.” He pulled his thumb from her mouth, his voice harsh, his breathing harsher.

Scarlett stared up at him, surprised by his request. “I thought…” She licked her lips, scrambling to get

her bearings. “I thought you were going to kiss me.”

“After that performance I want your mouth on my cock. Now.” He cupped her cheek once more,

fingers lingering before his hand slid to the top of her head and pushed. “Be a good girl, and I’ll give you

what you want.”

Willingly she went to her knees, her face in front of his groin. She reached out, her fingers drifting

down the front of his jeans, feeling the heat of his erection beneath the stretched tight denim. Her pussy

filled with fresh cream, dribbling down her thighs since her panties were shoved in her purse.

“Pull me out, sweetheart. Suck my cock.”

Her hands fell to the waistband of his jeans and went to work, yanking them down around his knees

with a few quick flicks of her wrists and pulls of her fingers. His black boxer briefs followed, and he

slipped out of his shoes then kicked his jeans and briefs off. Reaching behind his head, he tugged his shirt

off until he stood before her gloriously naked.

She settled on her haunches and stared up at him in wonder, drinking him in. He was perfection, the

broad shoulders, wide chest covered with fine, curling dark hairs. His defined abs made her want to

explore. The little trail of hair that made a path from his navel down into a thicker patch of hair surrounding

his erect cock tempted her.

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Tempted her so that she touched it, dragged her finger down the narrow path of hair, and she felt the

jump of muscles beneath her touch. She curled her hand around the base of his cock, marveled at the width,

his skin hot and tight and hard as steel.

Her mouth watered. She couldn’t wait to taste him, to pull him deep into her mouth and suck him. Her

hand fisted around him. She squeezed, hard, harder until she heard his sharp intake of breath.

“Just like that,” he encouraged, and she was thankful for all of those moments in the voyeur clubs,

watching men handling themselves, watching two men touch each other.

She knew they preferred it hard and a little rough. She may be a woman with small hands and a

delicate touch, but she knew how to give them what they wanted.

Her tongue slid from between her lips, and she dabbed at the tip of him, teasing the little slit. She

tasted pre-come, salty and slightly bitter and she circled her tongue around and around, growing in distance

until she circled the entire head of his cock.

“Ah, Jesus.” His hands grasped either side of her head. His fingers sank into her hair as he guided her

upon him, increasing the rhythm, fucking her mouth with sure, deep strokes. She opened her mouth wider,

taking all of him that she could, and he bumped the back of her throat. She swallowed, relaxing the muscles

there, eager to take him with ease, and when she glanced up she caught his gaze on hers, staring at her with

wonder.

“You like that, sweetheart? You like the taste of my cock?”

She nodded, unable to speak, her mouth too full of him.

“Want me to come down your throat? I’m already close.” He tossed his head back, his hips moving

with abandon, his pace increasing. “So fucking close.”

A moan escaped her, and she squeezed his shaft in encouragement, her fingers jerking him in time

with his thrusts. Things were moving fast, getting intense. She hadn’t even kissed him, yet here she was on

her knees, sucking his cock as if he was the best thing she ever tasted. And he did taste good, so good. Felt

good, sounded good, looked good…

The first splash of semen hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed. He withdrew from her

slightly, his hand wrapped around his cock, covering her hand. He pulled out so he could watch as he

spilled into her mouth.

“That’s it, baby, take it. Take every last drop,” he crooned. She swallowed again, licked at her lips,

catching the drops of come that fell there.

Oh God, it felt dirty, the way he came in her mouth, on her lips. Dirty and decadent and wild, and she

couldn’t remember the last time she felt that way. Even going to Tom’s had lost some of its excitement

lately. It had been such a long time since she’d been sexually excited.

It was as if Trevor knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed. And he delivered it with relish.

The thought scared the hell out of her.

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He rubbed the head of his cock against her lips, still semi-erect and velvety hot. Across her lower lip,

her upper lip, bathing her in the last remnants of come. She moaned, her tongue sneaking out for one final

lick.

“Was that good enough?” she asked, her gaze lifting to meet his.

Trevor towered over her, a smile curving his firm lips, his eyes glittering. “Sweetheart if it was any

better I’d probably drop dead.”

She smiled, and he reached for her hands pulling her to her feet. Without warning, he kissed her, hot

and deep and wet, his tongue thrusting inside her mouth, searching and taking and branding her, his hands

roaming over her.

“You taste like cock,” he muttered against her lips, and she couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped her.

“Your cock. Does that bother you?” She circled her arms around his neck and hauled him close. He

was completely nude, and she had every stitch of clothing still on, well minus her panties. His hands slid

across her shoulders, down her arms and she shuddered at his touch.

Something clouded his face, darkened his eyes for the briefest moment and then it cleared, as if it had

never been there. “No, it doesn’t bother me.” He kissed her again, his tongue licking at the inside of her

mouth, stroking deep.

He tasted warm and spicy—his tongue slick and hot. Her hands wandered over his wide shoulders,

streaked down across his collarbone, his firm pectoral muscles. He was built, deceptively so since he

wasn’t some bulging show-off.

No, Trevor was all lean, delicious muscular man.

“Do you want me?” He broke the kiss and cupped her ass. His hands kneaded her flesh before he

grabbed at the hem of her skirt and flipped it up, covering her bare cheeks with his hot palms.

“Yes,” she hissed, drawing the word out, loving the way he touched her, firm and bold and yet soft

and yielding. She melted in his arms, her legs widening the slightest bit, giving him better access and he

took it, a finger sliding between her ass cheeks, delving down into her heated pussy.

“God, I can tell. You’re fucking wet.” His finger searched her folds, the wet sound of her sex loud and

juicy in the quiet of his apartment. She shivered, bit her lip hard when he slid a finger deep inside her

greedy pussy. She clenched her muscles around it, wanting to keep him there. “And tight. Fucking you will

be a pleasure.”

“Did you think it would be anything else?” Her brows rose, her words a challenge because she

couldn’t help herself.

“No,” he whispered. He thrust his fingers deeper, as deep as he could go, in and out in a slow fuck.

She moved against him, her hips churning, her ass pushing out. “You like this.”

“I like the way you touch me,” she confessed, surprised that she could admit that. She usually didn’t

like to, certainly not this early in the relationship.

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But it’s not a relationship.

Or so she tried to tell herself.

“I like touching you.” His mouth poised over hers, his tongue licked at her lips. “I’m going to make

you come so hard you won’t remember your name. I’m going to fuck your pussy, your ass. I already fucked

your mouth. And I’m going to lick you. Everywhere. Taste your skin, your wet pussy, your pretty little ass.

Would you like that?”

“I won’t stop you.” She gave in to him with such ease it scared her. She wanted him so much she felt

as if she couldn’t breathe.

“I know you won’t.” He kissed her again, long and drugging and deep. “Let’s go to my bedroom.”

He grabbed her hand and led the way. She struggled to keep up with him, her feet almost tripping over