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CHAPTER TWO

I sat on the armless chair in my room, gazing at the woman I’d been dreaming about for days, as she stood in front of me, a leg on either side of mine.

Naked.

I tucked a chunk of her dark hair behind her ear. “Can I call you Love?”

“I love that name, so yes, of course.”

There was nothing sexier in this world, nothing more beautiful than her.

Love.

A woman I couldn’t stop thinking about.

Her eyes took me in as though she wanted this as badly as I did.

Her body had looked perfect in the picture she’d sent, but it didn’t compare to this—a petite waist that I wrapped my hands around, the curve of her small tits that I leaned forward and kissed, skin that smelled so sweet. And while I took my time traveling to each spot, feeling them out, listening to her breathing change, I eventually made my way to her heart-shaped ass. “You’re exquisite. In every way that I had imagined, but so much more.”

She lifted her hands from my bare shoulders and ran them through my short hair. “You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Boston.” Her palms spread across my chest and down my abs. “And these, my God.”

I couldn’t recall taking off her thin, flimsy, black lace thong, matching bra, and sky-high red heels, but as I looked past her, they were all sitting on my bed.

“Love”—I reached up and held her chin—“you have me here, hard as hell, what are you going to do to me?”

She lowered her body until she was sitting on my lap, pressing herself against my erection. She ground over me in a circle, then swiped my full length.

“More.” I held her tighter. “I need more of you. All of you.”

She licked her bottom lip, the dim lighting in the room making her gloss glow, giving her a heavy pout. “You’re going to get more. Let’s see how patient you can be.”

Patience, I had. But when it came to her, I made no promises.

To urge her on, I circled her nipple with my tongue, rocking her ass forward to aim her against my tip. “How many orgasms do you think you’re going to have tonight?”

Her head leaned back, a long, deep, echoing sigh coming from her lips. “One.”

“Wrong.”

She faced me again, holding my cheeks, pointing my mouth to hers. “Two?” She paused. “Impossible.”

“But it’s not.”

She rose just enough to place me at her entrance, allowing me in only an inch. And it was that amount—that inch—that she bounced over.

A taste.

A tease.

Enough to make me want to explode.

“Ahhh,” she exhaled, her breath warming my face before her movements stopped. “What is it going to feel like when I have all of you?”

“It’s going to make you scream.”

She smiled, a sight that showed me all white and nothing else. “And wake your roommates?”

“They won’t mind, I assure you.”

In fact, in the morning, Holden would ask if I’d scheduled date number two with my soon-to-be wife. Grayson would high-five me if I made her moan loud enough to keep him up.

“How are you going to do that?” she asked.

I pinched the same nipple I had licked, rolling it between my fingers. “Easy. I’m going to make you feel better than you ever have.”

“You’re that confident?”

“Yes, Love, when it comes to this, I’m extremely confident.”

She slid her hips forward and back, without my prompting, bringing my crown with her. “Oh God, yes.”

“You need to know something.” I held her back, pressing our chests together, and when I was satisfied with that placement, I wrapped her hair around my wrist. “When you finally let me in, I’m not going to be gentle.”

Her laugh filled my ears, a sound I surprisingly couldn’t get enough of. “No?”

“No.”

“Do you know how I’m going to make you feel?” She moved her mouth to my ear. “And what I’m going to do to you?”

I couldn’t wait to hear this.

But I didn’t answer her immediately because I wanted this moment to last as long as possible.

A place where I could still feel her wetness.

Her tightness.

Both taunting me, causing me to ache in the best way.

I grazed our lips together, inhaling the warmth from her skin. “Tell me, Love. What are you going to do to me?”

Her lips returned to my ear, where she breathed across the shell, several long, extended exhales, before she said, “I’m going to tell you to wake up.”

Her words didn’t make any sense. “Wake up?”

“Yes, Mr. Boston.” She kissed my cheek. “Wake up.”

My eyes burst open, the sunlight so strong as it came through my blinds, I could do only a quick scan of the other side of my bed and the chair in front of my tiny desk before I covered my face with the blanket and groaned, “It was a fucking dream.”