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“God, I love you,” he breathes against my lips then his mouth trails down my neck, and I arch into him like I’m addicted to his touch. His tongue is hot, wet, hungry, working the sensitive spot just below my jaw until I’m trembling.

He palms my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple, and oh my God, I almost come from the light touch alone.

"Mick," I gasp, and it comes out a hell of a lot more desperate than I meant. Sue me.

He just flashes that wicked smile. "Yeah, Mrs. McLinden?"

I freaking love hearing those words.

He kisses my stomach, slow, wet, open-mouthed and so thorough. There’s a pause, dragging out the suspense, and I think I might actually explode if he doesn’t get on with it. But then his hands grip my hips and he pulls me right to the edge of the mattress.

Every cell in my body is tuned to this moment. He drops to the side of the bed and kneels between my thighs. His big hands bracket my hips, and he lifts my leg over his shoulder. My pulse jackhammers away as he leans over.

The first touch of his tongue against the lace covering my wet center is a jolt straight up my spine. I buck, and he just pins me harder. Then he freaking slowly explores me like he’s got all night.

He peels the lace down my legs, trailing it with his lips, and I moan his name loudly.

Then his warm, wicked tongue licks a stripe up my center and that’s all it takes for my brain to shut down and my lady bits to take over. I claw at the sheets, at his hair, at anything I can reach, because he’s driving me out of my mind.

I’m already shaking, legs spread helpless and wide, pinned by Mick’s big hands and the promise in his eyes. The ceiling blurs, everything goes hot and liquid electric, and I about lose my mind when his stubble rasps up my inner thigh.

Oh, God. I’m actually making high, sharp, absolutely shameless noises. I should be worried about someone hearing me, but that requires brain function and I am currently experiencing a total system meltdown.

He drags his tongue up my center, slow and thorough, then sucks my clit like he’s staking a claim. My hips jerk up, but he just grips me tighter, groaning low and filthy.

“Stay still, trouble,” he laughs, rough and hungry. “Let me taste what’s mine.”

Sounds like a plan to me. I can’t do anything except grip the back of his head and cling for dear life. My heel presses into his shoulder as he nudges my thighs even wider.

He mouths me, sucks me, works me with devastating precision, like he’s memorized every single tell. My hands claw at his hair, his shoulders, whatever I can grab.

I feel his finger trace my entrance, and then just like that, he slides it in. Deep, thick, curling up and stroking this spot that sends fireworks exploding behind my eyelids.

“Oh my God.”

He grins against my skin, “That’s it, baby. Scream for me,” he growls, and then sucks hard, working his finger inside me, then a second, stretching me wide. I’m not going to survive this.

My toes curl and there’s a ringing in my ears. His tongue flicks exactly the right spot, relentless, merciless, and I’m gone.

My orgasm slams through me so hard I think I lose consciousness for a few seconds. Every muscle in my body tenses, my back arches, and my echoes around the room as I come apart on Mick’s mouth.

He doesn’t let up. He pins me down, working me through every aftershock, drawing out the pleasure until I’m sobbing. When he finally backs off, I’m limp, sweating, unable to move my limbs.

He leans up, and holy hell, the look on his face almost makes me come again. There’s nothing controlled about Mick right now. He looks like he’s about to eat me alive all over again. He stares at me like he really might. Like I’m the main course and also dessert, and he’s a six-foot-three musclebound menace with an all-you-can-devour pass. My pulse is hammering so hard I actually wonder if I’ll be able to survive this level of cardiac activity.

Mick stands, all slow-motion power and dark intent, and the city lights flicker across his skin. I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s got me laying back on the fluffy pillow, my legs spread wide, and my lady bits begging for more.

He leans over and drags his mouth up my thigh, my hip, biting and sucking, leaving little marks as he goes. He kisses up, up, up, over my ribs, right to the soft swell of my boob.

His tongue swirls around my nipple, then he sucks it hard and greedy. I moan, loud and desperate. Mick just grins against my skin, looking smugger than a guy who just scored a hat trick in overtime.

He doubles down and sucks even harder, and I practically come out of my skin. It’s not gentle, it’s not slow, it’s full-on possessive and wild, and I love every freaking second.

“Mick,” I pant, reaching down between us to wrap my hand around his hard cock.

He shifts to my other nipple, giving it a repeat performance while I slowly stroke him. He groans when I roll my thumb across the head and give him a little squeeze.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he rasps against my skin. “But I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”