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“Just sex?” I panted.

Brown eyes met mine. “Just sex.”

“Good. Sex is good.”

He pushed me back, until I was lying flat on the counter. He flicked open the front clasp of my bra, freeing my breasts.

He leaned over me, his mouth running down my collarbone, between my breasts. A hot, fiery trail.

I slid my hands into his hair, writhing. Then he sucked one breast into his mouth. His tongue flicked over my nipple and I bit my lip. He took his time, teasing my nipples and stroking the curves of my breasts. So much of it that I was losing my mind.

Then he straightened and dipped his fingers into the pot of sauce. “Mmm, this has cooled off nicely.”

He dripped the creamy sauce over my breasts, down my bare stomach.

I sucked in a breath. It was still warm and everywhere it touched felt super sensitive.

He lowered his dark head and started licking it off. He sucked on my nipple again.

“God, Reath.” It was hard to stay still.

“I can’t get enough of you. Your taste, touch, smell.”

“Take whatever you want. Please.”

His mouth moved lower. His hands were at my waistband. Then he yanked my jeans and panties down my legs.

I was naked on Reath’s countertop. My belly clenched.

He pushed my thighs apart, and I felt his breath on my most sensitive skin. I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, then his mouth was on me.

I arched up and cried out.

It was so good. So much.

He worked me with his tongue and lips. He took his time exploring, teasing, tormenting. Every lick drove me higher. His big hands cupped my ass, holding me up to that far-too-skilled mouth.

A husky sound escaped me. Okay, more than one.

“Beg me, Frankie. Tell me what you want.”

“Please…make me come. Please lick and suck me until I come.”

“My pleasure.” He yanked me closer to the edge, his head buried between my thighs.

He lapped at me wildly, long licks followed by small, feathery kisses. Then his tongue circled my clit, and I let out a frantic cry. He sucked my clit hard.

I felt my release thundering closer. I tried to hold it back, but the rush of glorious sensations was too strong.

With a thigh wrapped around his head, I came hard, and screamed his name.

“I do love the way you come for me, Frankie. My sweet, sexy scientist.” He pressed a kiss to my quivering belly. “The hottest thing I’ve seen.”

It was hard to imagine while I was a naked, quivering mess on his kitchen island, but the way his gaze moved over my naked breasts said otherwise.

“You’re the hottest thing I’ve seen.” Especially with his lips slick from feasting on my pussy. “I want more.”

He ran a hand up my thigh. “So demanding.”