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Even in the dim lighting, her pupils consume what’s left of her iris. My mouth finds her neck, her pulse ticking wildly just under the surface.

“Yes, sir . . . I’ll love it.”

I smile against her jaw. “Of course you will.”

“Cocky,” she says, exhaling the held breath.

I pull back enough to watch her. “Just for you.”

She chuckles, but it turns into a moan when I slide my fingers inside her. She tilts her hips for me, spreading her thighs wider.

“You should see yourself right now.” I parrot her words, curling inside her. “I can’t wait to see you bent over my sink, taking my cock in your ass like you didn’t spend the whole car ride begging for it.”

She opens her mouth, but the only thing she says is “It’s my sink.”

I bite back a laugh and press my body closer to hers. “Not tonight . . .” I drop her wrists and snatch up her throat, bringing her ear to my mouth. “Tonight, all of this is mine.”

Anna’s nails dig into me and I yank her toward the edge, pulling my fingers out and shoving my cock in, she gasps. I pump in and out of her and it takes me a dozen thrusts before she’s coming around my cock. I have to squeeze the base to keep myself from falling off the deep end right along with her. Fucking hell. She rolls her hips into me, stretching every fleeting second as the pleasure subsides. “Good girl. You came so well.”

“Oh my God,” she pants. “You⁠—”

“Down. Now.” I pull out of her and take a step back. “Knees on the tiles, eyes on me. Clean up the mess you made.”

She stares at me blankly, the corner of her mouth tilting up. “What?”

Does she think we’re done?

“Get on your fucking knees, Duchess,” I command.

She slips off the counter, and I’m there to steady her on trembling heels. Anna looks up at me through her lashes, takes my hand for balance, and gracefully sinks to her knees. I stroke my thumb along her cheek, and soften my voice. “Let’s see if that smart mouth can do something besides get you in trouble, hm?”

“Yes, sir.”

That’s better.

She flattens her tongue, licking me clean. Goddamn, she’s gorgeous. The visual of her trained on me like that has my arm shooting out to grab the counter and I throw my head back. Every slow drag of her tongue sucks the breath out of me. Between the club, the car, and now this . . . I have never edged myself so hard. I should have let her finish me off in the car, I could be working up to round two right now. Damn it.

Focus.

I know my way around her small kitchen at this point, making it easy for me to reach into the cabinet behind me and swipe the jar of coconut oil off the shelf. I’ll make do with what I have at my disposal. Besides, I enjoy a challenge.

What else . . .

There’s gotta be something I can use to . . . I shift slightly to the left, giving myself access to her drawer of cooking gadgets. Her attention wanders to what I’m looking for. “Eyes up here,” I say. She keeps them on me while I feel around inside the drawer. My fingers brush the handheld milk frother and I swipe it up, popping off the whisk attachment and setting it beside the coconut oil.

She wraps her lips around me fully and I bring my attention back to her, growling a low, drawn out “Fuck.” Her expression turns smug, proud of herself and hungry for every curse she pulls from me.

Her soft, warm mouth has my knees wanting to give out. Between that and her merciless gaze, it’s a heady combination. When she finishes licking every trace of herself off my cock, I nod my approval and extend my palm to her.

“You didn’t come,” she says. I ignore the statement, nobody is more aware of that than me.

“Grab the sink—if you come early, I’ll make you beg before I touch you again.” My palm cracks over her ass and she clutches the edge of the sink, staring out the window straight ahead. “Now bend over.”

I crouch down behind her and spread coconut oil between her cheeks, sliding over the tight knot I’m dying to be inside. She shivers and a small moan escapes her.

She turns her head, lifting her chin toward the frother. “What is that for?”

“Your clit.”