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I lower my head between her legs hungrily pressing my mouth against her wet center. She lets out a sharp little cry, urging me on, sending a primal jolt of obsession directly to my balls. She parts her legs for me, with her head back, groaning, and I flatten my tongue, lapping all the way up through her folds.

“Oh god.” She bucks against my mouth with her grip tightening in my hair. I hold her steady, keeping my hands on her hips and lap her over and over, fucking her with my tongue, greedy for her slick, sweet taste.

“Please, Gideon,” she begs, rocking her hips, with her thighs shaking against my cheeks. I circle her clit with my tongue and then suck gently as her hips lurch forward. In sync with Lila’s every move and sound, I slide a finger inside her, and another, feeling her clench around me as I curl them upward.

Lila’s breathing goes ragged above me, every exhale breaks apart before finishing. When I increase the pressure and pace of my tongue around her clit, her wet warmth surges over my lips. She bucks, crying out, shattering, and I almost come on the spot. Waves of pleasure take over as her body tenses and shakes, I stay exactly where I am, clutching her ass, and tongue fucking through her orgasm until her legs give out.

“Oh my God, Gideon,” she whispers in a broken voice as I ease back, still on my knees.

The sight of her, flushed, quivering and satiated because of me, makes my cock throb. I press one last kiss on the inside of her thigh before standing, towering over her.

“Your turn,” she says, reaching for my belt, fumbling with the buckle, and I cover her fingers with mine.

“Not here,” I tell her in a voice like gravel. “Not on the floor.” Without another word I lift her into my arms.

Lila clings to my shoulders and laughs. “Where are you taking me, mountain man?” When she spreads her legs and wraps them around my waist, her bare wet skin scorches my shirt. “Do the Stone brothers have a secret cave somewhere where you drag your women off to?”

I chuckle. “Not a bad idea, but you’ll see.”

The back door of the bakery leads to a small storage room where Mom keeps extra supplies. I shoulder the door open, grope along the wall for the light switch, and then set her down on a stack of flour sacks.

“Better?” I ask, stepping back to unbutton my shirt. Her gaze travels over the planes of muscle and the scars I’ve collected from years of line work. When I unzip my jeans, her breath catches.

“Much better,” she whispers.

I shove my jeans down along with my underwear, kicking them off with my boots. Her hungry gaze rakes over my body, lingering on my throbbing cock standing at attention.

“I’m coming for you sexy thing,” I tease, lowering myself, pulling her against me. She meets my eyes with a naughty grin.

“You’ve made me wait long enough.”

“For what?” I watch, sucking in a breath, as she repositions herself, lifts her leg over my thighs, showing me everything, and straddles me.

“To let me take what I want.”

I slide my hands up her silky back, mesmerized as she settles her weight perfectly on my hips. The flour sacks crinkle beneath us. Her dark hair falls around her face like a curtain, framing those fuck-me eyes that make it impossible to think straight.

“I’ve been fantasizing about this for days,” she whispers, leaning down for a deep, hungry kiss.

Straining upward, I’m desperate to claim her. Lila breaks the kiss and sits up. My eyes are glued as she reaches out with velvet fingers, grips my cock, and positions herself above me. Fuck. She’s still soaking, and the sight of my cock slowly invading her slick pussy and claiming her, almost makes me blow.

“Gideon,” she breathes, lowering herself inch by agonizing inch. The sensation of her enveloping me is too much. I groan, letting my head fall back against the makeshift bed. The flour dust tickles my nose, but I don’t care, not when she’s sliding down, taking all of me in one fluid motion. I lift my head to watch as she starts to move, rolling her hips in a rhythm that makes my vision blur. I grip her hips, guiding her movements as she rides me harder, faster. The sound of skin against skin fills the small room, with my ragged groans and her breathy gasps.

“Look at me,” I command in a rough voice. When her eyes meet mine, I see something vulnerable there, something real beneath the lust. It hits me harder than any orgasm ever could. “Don’t turn away,” I growl, tightening my hold. The soft hesitation in her stare, as if she’s not used to this, and I’m one of the very few she trusts, makes me want to protect, possess, and worship her all at once.

I won’t be satisfied until I hear my name coming from those swollen, kiss-bruised lips.

“Say my name, Lila.” I drive up into her.

“Gideon,” her voice breaks as I hit that perfect angle. “Oh God, Gideon.” I’m teetering on the edge now, and she’s tightening around me, with her breath coming in short gasps, matching our rhythm. Lila leans down, brushing her soft lips against my ear and whispers, “I need you deeper.”

I flip her over in one swift motion, making flour dust rise and puff up around us in a cloud. She giggles, and the sound melts into a moan as I position myself between her thighs. When I thrust into her again, her back arches off the makeshift bed. “Like this?” I rasp, driving deeper, fucking her harder, gripping her ass.

“Yes,” she hisses, digging her nails into my shoulders. “Just like that,” she groans, wrapping her legs around me, pulling me closer, and I’m about to climax. “Gideon,” she cries out, with her body tensing beneath me. “I’m close.”

I growl, “Don’t hold back,” finding her swollen bud and drawing circles around it with my thumb.

When her snug inner walls start clamping and pulsing around me, the sensation takes me over the edge.