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He lifts up the hair tie, and raises a brow. My cheeks warm, as he slowly raises my arms over my head and ties them together.

“Mask on or off?” His gravelly voice rumbles against my skin as the scruff on his chin tickles my stomach as he kisses it.

“O-off . . .” I stutter, distracted by the sinful way his fingers slip around the flimsy strings of my thong and begin to slide it down my thighs.

“Good.” The word leaves his lips with a guttural growl.“That way I can see how fucking stunning you look when you come on my tongue.”

Dear god. If his dirty mouth doesn’t kill me, the orgasm he just promised to bestow upon me most certainly will.

When he reaches my feet, he tosses the thin strip of fabric over his shoulder. Then he lowers himself down to his knees in front of me.

The moment his large palms wrap around the backs of my thighs, I forget how to breathe. He tugs me to the very edge of the bed. It feels like my ass is about to fall off.

“Relax, baby, I’ve got you,” he says, lifting my legs over his shoulders. “You just keep those beautiful eyes on me, okay?”

Before I have a chance to change my mind, he dives between my thighs. His tongue slides from the back all the way to the front, parting me at an excruciating slow pace. With my hands above my head, and my feet dangling over his shoulders, I’m completely at his mercy. I find myself pressing my hips further toward his mouth, searching for anything to ease the burn searing within me.

Em’s lips find my clit, and I’m transported out of this world. Slowly, his tongue swirls around it in soft, deliberate circles. The scruff of his short beard scratches against the sensitive skin of my thighs, and my eyes roll back into my head from the delicious sensation.

My legs begin to tremble, not out of fear, but out of pure desire for this man and his talented mouth. When his teeth graze over the top, I feel like I might pass out. My chest heaves uncontrollably as my lungs search for air to keep up. Just as he draws it into his mouth, he slips a finger inside of me, stoking my climax so close to the edge.

Every second feels so intense. Like at any moment I might implode.

I’ve decided Emerson Lane must be part magician because what he is doing down there is pure magic.

“Oh my god . . .” I rasp out as I try to squirm out of his hold. His groan is muffled but loud enough to make me go wild as he continues to work me with his mouth and his finger. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he adds another two fingers and curls them deep inside me. I know I’ve finally died and gone to heaven. Everything goes hazy, and I feel like I’m about to ascend straight out of my body.

“I-I don’t think I⁠—”

Lifting his head just long enough to catch my gaze, he smirks. “Yes, you can. Fuck, you’re doing so well. Fall, baby. Let me catch you.”

His grip tightens around my upper thighs as he slams me straight back onto his waiting mouth. With one more deep pull from his lips around my clit, and one more curl of his fingers, I fall.

Not only do I let go, but I shatter completely.

Emerson catches me, just like he promised, holding me steady as I break.

CHAPTER 32

Emerson

I’ve never seen anything more enchanting in my life than watching Henley trust me so completely. Anxiety was written all over her face when we started, and all I wanted to do was erase it completely.

She’s given me her heart, her soul, and her trust. And I’m going to hold it all close and protect her for the rest of my days.

Hen lies motionless on the edge of the bed, her chest still rising and falling rapidly as she tries to collect herself and float back down into her body. I gently lift her legs from my shoulders and rise from my knees.

As I shift her further up on the bed, she hums sweetly in protest, causing my painfully hard cock to pulse. I wet my lips—which was a terrible idea, because immediately I taste her once more. I knew it was going to be divine, but when she came, I was not prepared. She blew my mind, and for a moment, I felt emotion burning behind my eyes.

No one has ever affected me in such a way.

I’ve never let any women see the real me, every dark and broken part.

Only Henley.

The bed sinks as I slide beside her, causing her body to roll into mine. The gold specks in her hazel eyes glimmer in the sunlight.

“Em?” she whispers, pressing her soft lips against my chest, sending shivers down my spine.