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pushed back. Even in the dark I could feel his heated gaze on me. “So show me,” I said.

A moan tore from his throat and in one swift move he hooked his hands around my thighs and lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist and the two of us fell back, landing on the soft mattress. With his body molded against mine I could feel the rapid beating of his heart, the warmth of his skin. He shifted slightly, his dick brushing against my lower stomach. Instinctively, my body arched up.

He lifted himself, resting his weight on his elbows. “Clothes off,” he demanded.

I shook as he undressed me. Sinclair’s eyes were riveted on my body and I ached for him in a way that I never thought possible.

On the inside and out I was on fire.

He unbuttoned his shirt with deft fingers and shed it quickly. Before it touched the ground, my hands were all over him, exploring every part of him—arms, chest, abs. My lips followed after. I had a one-track mind and my attention was all on Sinclair. My nails dug around the strong V above his boxers. I knelt, my tongue gliding down the center of his six-pack. Looking up at Sinclair from beneath my lashes I saw that his head had tilted back. Eyes closed. Mouth open in ecstasy.

It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

With my eyes closed, I undid the fly of his pants. The telltale sound of the zipper sliding down made my heart race; I was that much closer to touching him.

His pants fell midway down his legs and I grabbed ahold of his black boxers and pulled down.

He caught my hands, making me look up at him. “You don’t have to do this.”

As I stared at him, I hooked my fingers around the material and tugged. Sinclair sucked in a sharp gasp. I curled my hand around the length of him, giving him a half smirk. “I need to do this.”

With that said, I took him into my mouth.

Sinclair’s hands glided up from my shoulders and sank into my hair, holding me tight against him. The action made me suck even harder.

An anguished groan escaped him.

When he reacted like that, it made something inside me go up in flames. I gave, he took. Vice versa. And I loved every part of the exchange.

My left hand curled around his cock and slowly slid up and down at the same time as my tongue brushed against the very tip of him.

“Fuck!” he shouted.

I continued the torture for the next few minutes. Until I’d driven him crazy. Until he was guiding my head up and down. Until I knew Sinclair was about to come.

“Stop,” he panted. I stopped midsuck and glanced at him. “Come here.”

He jerked me up. I wiped my mouth but I had no time to take a breath before he jerked my underwear down around my ankles.

Sinclair moved me up the mattress. I expected him to grab me, but instead he took me in with his eyes, looking me up and down in such a way that my body started to tingle.

I reached my arms around his shoulders and pulled him to me. Sinclair’s perfectly defined body pressed into mine. His skin was warm, like fire against my own. I glided my tongue across the seam of his lips. He groaned against my mouth and deepened the kiss. When Sinclair was all in, he was all in. He didn’t do anything by half measure. My mouth opened and his tongue flicked against mine.

He laced my hands through his, guided them up, and held them captive against the headboard. My body arched. My nipples tightened. Instinctively, I wanted to get closer. There was this animalistic hunger that I had with Sinclair that I’d never experienced with any man. His fingers trailed across my skin as if my body was Braille and it would show him the way I wanted to be kissed, touched, fucked.

He lowered himself and I felt his dick brush against me. My entire body jolted.

Sinclair propped himself on his elbows. His eyes never left mine as he slipped into me. All the way. Fully. Completely.

I sucked in a sharp breath and closed my eyes, head tilted back, brushing against the headboard.

Sinclair started out slowly, deliberately moving in and out of me as if he had all the time in the world. Every time he surged back into me, I swore he was deeper than the last.

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