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my bones until it saturates me. It’s nice at first—kind of bubbly, kind of warm—but then the feeling detonates, multiplying inside me at an alarming rate until I’m standing here, obliterated.
    This has to be that elusive “spark” everyone keeps raving about. To me, it feels more like napalm.
    My eyes are glued to his lips, watching them curve into a cocky tilt.
    “It’s Blake, actually, but I’ll answer to ‘Wow.’” Leaning in, he kisses down my jaw and then nips at the area just under my ear. “Or ‘God’ if you give me a minute.”
    “I’ll give you all the minutes.” Clutching his shirt in my fists, I pull him back for another kiss.
    With every sweep of his tongue and brush of his lips, I feel myself falling further down the rabbit hole. It’ll probably hurt like hell when I finally land, but right now, I’m so drunk on this man and what he makes me feel that I can’t bring myself to care.
    That, or maybe I’m just drunk.
    I’m worried my nerves will get the best of me if we drive all the way back to my place or his, and I’ll end up chickening out. I don’t want to, though. I want to do dirty, filthy things to this man, so I need to act fast, while I still have some liquid courage flowing through me.
    Pulling back, I lick my lips. He tastes like the perfect combination of bad decisions and a good time.
    The hallway’s starting to tilt and I feel a bit light-headed. “You really want to find out how far my blush spreads? Let’s do it. Right here, right now.”
    Blake doesn’t waste any time. His lips crash into mine in a rough kiss and I swallow his groan, tangling my fingers in his hair. His hands cup my ass, lifting me with ease, and my legs wrap around his waist as he carries me back into the bathroom.
    Setting me down on the counter, he fists the sides of my dress, pressing into me. My breath catches when I feel just how hard he is.
    Oh my god, this is really happening.
    My heart beats faster with every passing second. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but at the same time, I have no intention of stopping.
    Desperate to feel more of him, I slip my hands up his shirt, running my fingers over the tightest abs I’ve ever felt. The hard ridges are hot to the touch and automatically flex under me. It has my pussy clenching in response as a soft moan slips from the back of my throat.
    I sound like a total sex kitten, and I don’t even care.
    He needs to get these clothes off before I rip them off.
    Blake pulls back, breathing heavily. His mouth hitches up into a cocky grin. “You like that?”
    Without thinking, I nod and reach for his belt buckle. “Can I see it?”
    He covers the fly of his jeans as the rest of his mouth splits into that stupid, sexy smirk. “See what?”
    Heat blooms across my face. Bastard wants to hear me say the words. I’m about as good at talking dirty as I am at theoretical physics.
    “You know, it ,” I practically whisper. I gesture to the tent in his pants, getting frustrated. “Your. . .penis.”
    And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what I like to call the fine art of seduction.
    God, I am so smooth. Penis? Really? Who says that outside of a doctor’s office?
    Instead of laughing at me like he should, he leans in and kisses me again. When he pulls back, we’re both breathing fast. “You have no idea how much I want your hands on me, but it’s got to wait. My cock’s a selfish bastard and once you pull him out, it’s all I can think with. I want to take my time with this. I want to play with you first. I want to get you so worked up that you’re begging for it.”
    My eyelids squeeze shut at the mental picture he’s just painted. 
    He wants me to beg? I can beg. I can totally beg.
    He trails kisses along my jaw, then down my neck. “Tell me, Duchess, how do you like to be fucked? Hard and rough? Or soft and slow?”
    Why does he keep calling me that?
    The thought’s lost as soon as I feel his hand brush my inner thigh. 
    My heart pounds as