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“No.” That’s all she says before stepping forwards until there isn’t even a breath of space between us. Her fingers find me through the denim, curling around me, squeezing just enough to drive me insane.

“I want this,” she insists.

Fuck. I can’t go on resisting. Without a word, I reach down and unbuckle my belt, the metal clinking loudly in the quiet of the forest.

“Here?” Her earlier boldness wavers.

“It’s now or never, princess.”

I unzip my jeans and shove both them and my boxers down, revealing my cock to the cool night air. It stands tall, hard as steel, the moonlight catching on the silver barbell pierced through the head. Cat’s eyes immediately lock onto it, and her sharp intake of breath is loud enough to make me smirk. For once she doesn’t have some smartarse comment ready. In fact, she looks completely out of her depth. I knew she was too much of a good girl for this.

“Thought so,” I say, reaching for my jeans. “You can’t handle me.”

But before I can pull them up, her hand shoots out to stop me. Tentatively—almost shyly—her fingers brush the piercing, and the contact sends a jolt straight through me. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth, and her eyes wide with what I think might be awe, she explores it some more. Her touch is cautious but curious, like it’s something dangerous but too damn fascinating for her to resist.

“Holy shit, Robbie,” she says eventually. “That’s . . . unbelievably sexy.”

She presses at it a little harder now, testing the metal as if she can’t quite believe it’s real. The barbell shifts slightly under my skin, sending a shiver all the way up my spine. And when she twists it experimentally between her thumb and forefinger . . . oh, man. Pleasure zips through me like an electric current, sharp enough to make me hiss softly through my teeth.

“I didn’t know about this piercing,” she murmurs, her eyes never leaving it. “Your eyebrow, your nipple—I’ve seen those. But this . . . this is a surprise. A very nice surprise.”

Her deliberate wee touches drive me crazy. They’re maddeningly perfect and perfectly maddening all at once. Already my breathing is wrecked, shallow and uneven.

Finally she stops toying with my piercing and wraps her hand around my thick shaft instead. Heat shoots through me like a flame licking over my skin. My breath catches, only for a second, but that’s enough for her to notice and for her lips to curl into a sly little smirk.

But then she blinks, and suddenly her eyes are all wide and full of mock innocence. It’s like she heard every word I said earlier about her being a good girl, and now she’s decided to weaponise it against me.

“Tell me what to do,” she murmurs, pleading and breathy like some bashful virgin. “Please!”

Fuck, the act is pretty convincing. I could almost believe this really is her first time.

“On your knees,” I bite out.

She doesn’t even hesitate, just sinks onto the forest floor, bare knees and all. Her eyes briefly flick up to mine before dropping again and focusing on my hard length.

“Open your mouth,” I order.

Her soft lips part without a single word of argument, and she moves closer to me, her warm breath ghosting over my skin. My cock twitches in response.

“This is your last chance,” I grind out, even though every nerve in my body is screaming at me to shut up and let her do this. “You’re too good for this. Too good for me.”

Instead of answering, she tilts her head, and her tongue flicks across my piercing.

Christ!

A moment later her tongue slips out again, only this time it lingers, prodding at the metal, exploring it, swirling round and round it. Bloody hell. If she doesn’t stop teasing and take me into her mouth soon, I’m going to lose my mind.

My hands move almost of their own accord, finding their way to Cat’s hair—soft, silky, and begging to be tangled between my fingers. I fist a handful at the back of her head, not too rough, but enough to make sure she knows exactly who’s in charge here.

“Enough games. Take it, lass. All of it.”

There’s no pause, no hesitation. She dives straight in, and the wet heat of her mouth engulfs me.

An involuntary groan escapes my throat. It feels incredible. Still, I grit out, “More!”

Cat obliges, sinking further down onto me. I forget everything—the resort, the accusations, all of it. I’m lost in the sensations of her mouth around me.

She starts to move, her lips sliding up and down my shaft in slow, deliberate strokes. But I’m not in the mood for slow tonight. I’m wound too tight, too frustrated, too desperate for release.