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I’m not wearing shoes, so I shimmy my jeans off, then step out of them, along with my panties.
After setting the new heels on the floor, I push one foot in, then the other, set my hands on my hips and lift an eyebrow.
“Now what?”
He rubs his thumb over his bottom lip as his eyes dance from the top of my head, down every single inch of my body to my feet, leaving shivers on my skin.
He walks slowly to me and reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, but otherwise doesn’t touch me at all.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he whispers before covering my mouth with his. I open to him, and his tongue moves against mine in a timeless dance that always leaves me shell-shocked.
Because this man can freaking kiss.
He leans down and grips me by the back of my thighs, lifting me in his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks to the bed and lays me down.
“I think there’s a wallet in my ass,” I say, making his lips twitch in a half smile.
“That’s not all that’s gonna be in your ass.”
He licks and kisses his way down my neck to my chest, where he sucks on a nipple, plucking it with his teeth, but he doesn’t pause there for long. He kisses my stomach, over my stretch marks and loose skin, and when I wrinkle my nose because I hate that part of my body, he narrows his eyes at me.
“Don’t even think about saying shit about my perfect wife.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
He nibbles his way down my legs, making me squirm because I’m ticklish behind my knees, and when he gets to my feet, he growls.
“These are sexy fucking shoes, Sunshine.”
“I admit, I bought them with you in mind, but I had no idea this would be the response.”
He chuckles and then rests my legs over his shoulders, spreads my pussy wide, and dives in, licking me from ass to clit, and my back bows off the bed as I cry out.
Thank God no one’s home.
Because I can’t be quiet when he does this.
“Fucking hell, the mouth on you.”
“Hmm,” he says against my clit, setting every inch of me on fire. My fingers plunge into his thick blond hair, and I tug him closer, needing more.
“That’s right.” He smacks loud kisses over my pussy lips. “Drown me in this pussy.”
Have I mentioned his mouth?
I glance down, and I admit, the view is pretty damn hot. Carson is eating me out like it’s his only mission in life, and my legs are resting on his broad, inked-up, muscular shoulders, and I can see the heels, and wow.
Should have done this a while ago.
This gets all the stars. Highly recommend.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he groans as he slides two fingers inside me and makes a Come here motion, sliding them over that incredible patch that makes me start to convulse around him. “There it is. Fuck, you’re tight on my fingers, baby. I want you to come and soak my face.”
“Jesus, Carson.”
“You heard me.” He bites my inner thigh, and the pain is what shoots me over the edge. The sensation is pure adrenaline and fire, and I know I’m soaking the bed—and anything else—beneath me, and I don’t have it in me to be mad about it.
Wait. Where’s the Birkin?
