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I pull my shirt over my head, already undoing my cargo trousers as I head over to her. I run my hand up her stomach, sweep it across her silk-smooth breasts, taking a moment to appreciate my good fortune. Then I lean in and kiss her.

“Yeah,” I say. “It is.”

ChapterTwenty-One

Claire

Ican’t believe this is finally happening.

I’m nervous, though, still not quite able to believe that Bryce wants someone like me, when he could have any girl. When I perch on the table, waiting for him to arrive, there’s a tiny part of me that still believes he might back out.

But when he comes through the door and I see his green gaze darken at the sight of me, my doubts disappear. He shrugs off his shirt, revealing his rippling abs.

“This is how you wanted me, isn’t it?” I feel like I’m flying. I’m already so wet, my nipples diamond-hard, begging to be released from my lace bra. He sweeps his hand across me, then kisses me.

I reach for the waistband of his trousers, but they’re already gone, swiftly followed by his underwear. He’s naked and magnificent. And in this moment, he’s mine.

I expect him to start undressing me right away, but instead he moves between my legs, pressing me back onto the table, kissing down my throat, across the lace of my bra. He pulls down one cup so my nipple pops out. He takes it in his mouth, sucking the tender peak, his hands brushing feather-like along my thighs in long strokes. I’m desperate for more, for him to get on with the main event, but he seems to want to take things slow.

I push myself up, trying to undo my bra, but he shakes his head, pushing me back down again. He pulls the other cup down, squeezing my breasts together and tonguing both nipples, sucking and kissing me until I feel as though I’m on fire.

“Oh, god, Bryce,” I moan, writhing beneath him. His hard cock is pressing into me and I grind against it, wrapping my legs around him.

He lifts his head. I lie there, panting, my bra feeling like some sort of torture device around my ribs.

“Please take this thing off,” I say, pulling at the straps. “It’s strangling me.”

He grins, lifting me and reaching around the back, releasing me from my torment. “It looks so fucking sexy when it’s on,” he says. “But I don’t mind taking it off, if that’s what you want.” His breath is coming harder as well, and I can feel how turned on he is. I run my hands down his back, squeezing his ass, pushing my hips against his. He rests his weight on me, propping himself on his elbows.

“So, Claire. This is all about you.” His gorgeous face hovers over mine, and he punctuates his words with kisses, strands of sandy-blond hair falling forward to tickle me. “You tell me what you want and I’ll do it. If it doesn’t feel good, tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

“I just want you to fuck me,” I gasp. “That’s all.”

“Oh, I will,” he says. “But there’s plenty we can do between here and there.” He rocks his hips against me.

My head goes back and I moan. “Show me,” I say, trembling with anticipation. “I want to do it all.”

His gaze darkens again and he pulls back. His hands come to my lace thong, and I lift my hips as he slides it down my legs, tossing it to the side. He kisses me again, his mouth moving down my neck.

“I promised you, didn’t I, that I would make you wet.” His fingers part my folds, sliding through the slickness there. “That I would make you ready for me.”

“Oh… god, Bryce, ah, yes,” I moan, arching back.

“That I would fuck you”—a finger slides inside me—“on this table.”

“Please.” I don’t even know what I’m asking for anymore. I just don’t want him to stop.

“I’m going to break that promise.” The finger slides out of me.

“Wha—” I squeal as he scoops me up in his arms, carrying me through to my bedroom and dropping me on the bed. He lowers himself onto me, kissing me again.

“This is a lot more comfortable, don’t you think?” he murmurs against my lips. His hand is already sliding down the inside of my thigh, and I sigh in agreement as he pushes his finger inside me once more.

He is totally right. The bed is much nicer. But I honestly would do it underwater at this point, I’m so desperate for him. His finger moves in and out of me, his thumb circling my clit then pressing down. He rolls to one side and I reach out, wrapping my hand around his dick. He gently moves it away. “This is all about you,” he says again. “Don’t worry about me. Believe me, I’m enjoying myself.”

I gasp as a second finger joins the first, stretching me slightly. Oh god. I push against his hand, my legs opening wide, my head going back. His mouth comes to my nipple once more and I swear I’m going to black out from the intensity. I can feel my orgasm building, and as he continues to fuck me with his hand, he presses down on my clit and I blow, quivering against him, crying out in ragged breaths. His fingers slide out of me and his mouth covers mine. He kisses me, and I hear the faint rustle of plastic, feel his hands moving down below.

“Are you ready for me?”