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Hendrix cleared his throat, eyes barely open, and face flushed.

“Was that good?”

I couldn’t stop myself from huffing out the beginnings of a laugh. Describing anything about what Hendrix did to me as simply good was an absolute insult to the man and the hold he had over me.

“Why? Do you have a praise kink?” I asked, still trying to catch my breath.

“Probably, yes,” he answered softly.

“It was more than good.” I pushed the hair away from his face and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. “You’re…”

I trailed off, and Hendrix kissed me back.

“I’m what?” he asked.

“My worst nightmare, I think.”

“That’s a new one.” Hendrix leaned against the counter, his entire face relaxed, which was in stark contrast to the raging erection he sported.

“I don’t know you well enough to want the things you make me want.”

“Tell me more.” He dropped his forehead against my shoulder, and without thought I brought my arms around him. My fingertips danced across his shoulder blades and down the knobs of his spine before settling against the swell where his ass curved away from his lower back.

“I was at a kink club tonight.”

“I figured.”

“Tons of hot guys there.” My hands skated lower, over the roundness of his ass cheeks toward the backs of his thighs. As far as I could reach without contorting my posture. “Most of them undoubtedly down to fuck.”

“You should have.”

“Should have?” I pulled back, eyebrows raised. Hendrix avoided my stare until I tipped his chin up and forced it.

“Could have,” he murmured.

“Because we weren’t exclusive.”

Hendrix shrugged.

“I told you this already, but I’ll say it again so maybe you hear me better. I didn’t want any of them. I barely gave them a first look, let alone a second.” I grabbed his face, fingers against one cheek and thumb pressing into the other, puckering his lips. He narrowed his eyes at me like he didn’t trust what I was saying. I grabbed his dick in my other hand, hoping to erase any of his lingering doubt. My hand curling around his thick cock startled him, eyes widening before settling back into that lust-washed expression he’d had when he had a tongue full of my cum. “You’re the only person I’ve thought about since we met. The only man I want to fuck. The only man whose cock I want to suck.”

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With over two dozen published romances to her name, Kate Hawthorne has built a recognizable brand around telling emotional stories that pack a figurative (and sometimes literal) punch.

Existing on a steady diet of wine and coffee, Kate spends her days dreaming up angsty stories full of heat, kink, and heart. Kate now lives in Louisville, where she writes romance, reads romance, and hides from the humidity.

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