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I switched to the other breast, and she arched toward me without hesitation.

I let my teeth graze her gently before soothing the spot with my tongue.

“Damien.”

The way she said my name made my cock pulse behind my zipper.

I kissed lower over the soft curve of her breast and across her ribs while my hands opened her jeans.

Sybil had already started working at my belt.

Neither of us got very far.

Her jeans caught over the tops of her work boots, and when she tried to step out of one leg, she almost lost her balance.

I caught her around the waist.

For one second we stared at each other.

Then Sybil laughed against my chest.

Her laughter went through me, warm and ordinary after everything that had happened that night, and I smiled against her hair.

I kissed the top of her head.

“Sit down before our first night together ends with an ankle injury.”

She sat on the edge of the mattress, still smiling.

I dropped to one knee. The amusement in her eyes faded as her attention fixed on my hands at her boot.

I unlaced the boot slowly and pulled it free, then did the same with the other. Her jeans followed, peeling down over her hips with her underwear until I had her naked from the waist down.

I set the clothes aside. When I looked back at her, Sybil had stopped smiling. Her thighs were pressed together.

I put my palms on her knees and stroked upward only a few inches. She watched my hands. I didn’t tell her to open; I let my thumbs move in slow circles on the inside of her knees until she did it herself.

Her thighs parted. The first glimpse of her wet pussy nearly ended my patience. She was already slick enough that moisture shone along her inner lips when I dragged one fingertip lightly through it. Sybil’s hips shifted toward me.

I looked up. She held my gaze while I touched her again, this time letting my finger glide between her folds and over her clit. Her mouth opened on a breath when I repeated the stroke.

“What happens if you stop thinking about what comes next?” I asked quietly.

Her eyes were already losing some of their sharp focus.

“I’m trying.”

“No. You’re still trying to do it right.”

I kissed the inside of her knee.

“There isn’t a right way. Let me take care of you.”

Her expression softened, and she leaned back onto her hands without looking away from me.

I spread her thighs wider and lowered my mouth to her.

The smell of her arousal was warm and intimate, and I breathed her in before dragging my tongue through the wet seam of her pussy.