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She was so wet he
    slid through her with ease, searching her delicate folds.
    Scarlett bit her lower lip, her gaze slithering away from his. “I don’t. Really I don’t.”
    “I know, sweetheart. I believe you.” That’s why she was wet for him. Why her entire body trembled.
    For him. Because of him.
    But she didn’t want him, nope, not at all.
    He surged a finger inside her, her swollen tissues grasping him tight. She moaned, her legs spreading
    as wide as they could, but her skirt restricted her.
    Such a shame. He wanted to see her but there was something illicit, taboo sitting with her on the
    couch, his hand up her skirt, his finger inside her hot pussy. He felt like a teenager getting off his first
    serious girlfriend, sneaking around on her parents’ couch late at night.
    Trevor rubbed her clit with his thumb, again and again, circling, flicking, making her gasp. “Want me
    to stop?”
    She didn’t answer. She glared at him, anger and arousal flushing her face, her cheeks a rosy pink. He
    could actually see her struggle, wanting to tell him no yet her body wanting him to continue. He flicked her
    clit again, building a faster rhythm and her gaze never left his though her lids lowered, her lips trembled.
    She was desperate to keep control.
    He was just as desperate to make her lose control. He wanted her writhing. He wanted to watch her
    come. He wanted to know what she looked like at that moment when her climax took over her body.
    Fuck, he was greedy. He wanted it all.
    “Do you, Scarlett?” He thrust his finger deep, added another finger and thrust again and she bucked
    her hips against his hand.
    “What?” Her voice rasped, as if her throat was dry, and he pumped his fingers inside her tight heat,
    his thumb circling her clit.
    She was close. He knew it. He could feel it.
    “Do you want me to stop? Or do you want to come?” His cock surged, thick and hard and ready to
    make an appearance. He’d give anything to be inside her, at this very moment, but he’d have to settle for
    this.
    Next time. He’d have her. In minutes if she let him.
    Unfortunately he had a distinct feeling she wouldn’t let him. Which only made the chase sweeter.
    “Come for me, Scarlett.” He took her silence as her answer. She was meeting his thrusts with her hips,
    her body moving against his hand, her back arching off the loveseat. Close to falling apart. “Come all over
    my hand, sweetheart.”
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    She shattered with her orgasm, the inner walls of her pussy clenching around his fingers, her clit
    throbbing beneath his thumb. A wail escaped her, low and shaky and long. She leaned her head back
    against the armrest of the couch, her body slowly going limp.
    Trevor withdrew his hand from her body and brought his fingers to his mouth, inhaled deep. Her
    scent, musky and sweet, filled his head, made him dizzy. He licked his fingers, tasted her, savored her.
    When he heard her moan he glanced up, caught her watching him.
    “You taste like heaven.” She did. He wanted more.
    Her eyes slid closed, and she shook her head. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
    He laughed, he couldn’t hold it back and when she cracked open one eye to glare at him he laughed
    some more. “You don’t believe in me whatsoever, do you?”
    “No. I don’t.” Just like that her expression shuttered closed, her lips straightening into a tight line. She
    withdrew from him, both physically and emotionally and he watched, helpless as she swung her legs to the
    floor and climbed off the loveseat.
    “Where are you going?”
    “Home.” She straightened her clothing, tugged her skirt into place. Dipping down she grabbed her
    shoes, clutched them in one hand. “It’s been real.”
    She was halfway to the door before he caught up with her, yanking her arm so she turned to face him.
    The look of pure disdain on her face confused him, frustrated the shit out of him, and he didn’t get it.
    He had her coming