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tongue over her. She whimpered. I wondered suddenly if I was rushing her again, but then I pushed the thought aside. She wanted this, too. I could tell.

And I felt like I might die if I didn’t get a taste of her, make her come, get close to my ultimate goal. It wasn’t my cock, but my fingers and my tongue would get to be inside her. It was enough. It had to be enough for now.

But goddamn, did I want to yank my cock free and plunge it inside her.

“That’s nice, baby,” I murmured as I dragged my thumb over her clit, circling softly. She mewled and her hips started to move. I started tongue fucking her, hard and slow. She would be a natural at fucking, I realized with a sharp bolt of lust. She ran her fingers through my hair and kept time with my pace. I went faster, moving my tongue and fingers with precision. I was more fucking focused than I’d ever been in my life. I wanted my face glazed like a goddamned jelly donut.

I wanted her to come all over my face. Twice.

“Oh, oh, oh!” she squealed as I worked her pussy with my hands and mouth. She was coming, her legs trembling and trying to close as I held her thighs wide and played her body like my guitar.

But I didn’t want her to stop. I slipped my finger slowly inside her as I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked, hard. She squealed, and I felt her rise up, only to crash down again. A double-header, I thought with a grin.

If two times was nice, why the fuck not go for three?

I flicked my tongue against her clit as fast as I could as her pussy clamped down on my finger. Fuck me. I couldn’t wait to feel her on my cock. I slipped a second finger in, feeling her stretch to accommodate me. When it was time, I was going to have to really take my time to prep her. I was too big and she was too tight.

But somehow, we would make it work. We had to. I had to.

Not tonight, buddy, I thought. But my girl was coming hard. Third in a row. It was enough for now. It had to be.

I didn’t stop until I had wrung every tremor, every squeal, and every convulsion from her hot little body. She looked utterly dazed when I leaned back and looked up at her with satisfaction. I helped her put her clothes back on and set her on my lap. Instead of being stressed, she was soft and fuzzy around the edges. I loved doing that to her. I loved being the only one who had ever done that to her.

I couldn’t wait to hold her close all night and take her again and again. To wake up with her in my arms and start the day knowing that she would be in my bed again that night.

Goddamn, that was going to be a very good day.

And if I were very, very lucky, the rest of my life would be filled with days and nights just like that.

Chapter Thirty

Melissa

"How do you feel?" Nick asked me. I blushed, feeling extremely embarrassed. But I didn't want to move from his lap, either.

"Good," I said shyly, hoping he would kiss me again. I wondered if he wanted to go further. I certainly did. But he didn’t make a move to take his clothes off. I wasn’t sure if it was cool to ask him to do more. He brushed the hair away from my face and pressed a quick kiss to my forehead.

"Good," he said. "Because now we have to talk."

"We do?" I had a weird feeling of dread settle inside me. I didn't want to talk. Was he going to tell me he didn't like me? Was that the reason he wasn't taking me to bed? "Do we have to?" I asked hopefully.

He chuckled and shook his head.

"Melissa, only you could make me laugh at a time like this. But yes, we do."

He sent me on my feet and took my hand, leading me into the dining room. Then he went back to the entryway and got the letters out of the desk. I sat there feeling a lot like a kid at the principal’s office. Not that I'd ever been in the principal’s office.

Well, maybe once or twice.

Nick sat at the head of the table and took my hand.

“We're