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  She stepped out of the panties and lifted the hem of her dress for him. She knew what she was doing just as much as he did, and that made him even hotter for her.

“I’m going to make you feel so good.” His fingertips trailed down her thighs, past her knees, then back up again. He looked up, his head between her legs, and her eyes smoldered back.

She opened her mouth, then closed it.

“What?” He wanted to dive right in, so to speak, but not if she was having second thoughts. “Should I stop?”

“Not to be dramatic, but if you don’t keep going I might actually need a new pacemaker.” She tapped the scar on her chest.

“So this is a life-and-death situation, then?” He was still on his knees, but he was getting the impression he wouldn’t have to beg.

“Please, Dash,” she said. “Please.”

15

SOPHIE

“Oh!” Sophie exclaimed as she steadied herself by fisting a hand through Dash’s hair.

Much like everything that morning, she truly couldn’t have predicted standing in her yard, topless, and being eaten out by Dash. It was a little hard to plan for these things!

“Tell me how to make you come,” he said.

She looked down at the beautiful curve of his distinguished nose, the dimple on his chin, and his strong arms holding her in place. Then she licked her lips and wondered if asking for her absolute favorite thing would be too much of a reach, considering he was already doing a great job on his own.

“Can I ride your face?” she asked, then scrunched up her nose. She’d never been so forward with what she wanted during sex. She wasn’t self-conscious, exactly, but she’d always worried about offending her partner by voicing the need for something different. She’d had plenty of great sex, but she’d usually let her partner explore her without interruption. This time, though, she wanted to tell Dash exactly what would make her come because she needed him to do that.

His eyes glazed over, and he cracked a naughty half smile. He lay down in the grass, his lips still wet from her, and she fell to her knees next to him, then hitched a leg over his head until she was on top of him. His mouth found her slit quickly, and he began to lightly trace her nub with his tongue. The combination of his light tongue flicks and the slightly cool breeze sent tingles through her.

If she’d known that outdoor sex would be this hot and fun, she would’ve tried it before. Or put it into one of her books. Maybe she should if she ever was able to write again... He plunged his tongue into her, making her thoughts stop entirely. She moaned loudly as he asked, “What will the neighbors think?”

Which...why was that making her want to come even more? Did she want to be caught? No, she would be absolutely mortified if someone walked in on them or peered over the tall fence, but that idea of being caught was undeniably doing something to her. She moved her hips a few inches up, then back, allowing him to lick the length of her.

Then she rested a hand on the grass behind her. His free hand caught her wrist and held her there as she continued to ride his face.

“You’re so wet,” he said in between licks.

Sophie realized, as she pinched her own nipples, that she had almost no inhibitions with Dash. She didn’t feel self-conscious about the way her body looked, how she tasted, or the little sounds she made. She was just in the moment and loving every bit of what he was doing.

When she reached one hand toward his belt and trailed her fingers over his bulge, he murmured “Fuck” underneath her.

As soon as he made her come, she planned to return the favor. And she was getting close. Her legs tensed, and she let her head fall back as she continued to glide her hips up and down. The sun warmed her cheeks, and she closed her eyes against the bright heat.

She groaned as she leaned back farther and his tongue dove into her while his middle finger traced circles over her clit. She bucked her hips back and forth while he continued to eat her out and tease her bud. The tension was building too fast and too quickly.

“I’m almost there.” She sat forward because she wanted to watch Dash as she came. His eyes closed as she wove her hands through his hair.

“Come for me,” he said. And those words, laced with the rich command in his voice and watching him from above, sent her over the edge.

“I’m going...” she breathed out. Her eyes closed, then opened, as little embers of pure bliss rocked through her.

Her breath came out in ragged gulps. She was never at a loss for words the way she was then—just wanting to stay on top of him until all the pleasure drained from her.

“That was so hot,” he said eventually.

She looked down, and the hem of her dress was around Dash’s chin. She reached behind her again and found the firmness of him. But when the tips of her fingers began to slip underneath the waistband of his pants, his hand stopped her.

“I haven’t been with someone in a very long time.” His eyes locked onto hers, and she swallowed. “When I do have sex again, it’s going to be exactly how I want it.”

“Oh.” She broke their eye contact. He did not want to have sex with her in the middle of their yard, which was fine, she supposed. But she was still topless, and her panties had landed on the branch of a rose bush.

So she pulled her bra straps and dress sleeves back up, then walked toward Dash’s garden and gingerly plucked her panties free—a few petals falling loose as she did.

A frantic series of chitters made her glance up, and she saw Richard in a branch of the avocado tree. His hands clung tightly to the branch as he screamed at her.

“That damn squirrel takes all my fruit and then has the audacity to watch us?” Dash pushed himself up to sitting, then winced as he readjusted to being on both legs. “Get lost, Dick!”

The squirrel seemed to listen and quickly maneuvered from the tree onto the fence and took off at a sprint.

“He didn’t mean that, Richard!” she called out after the squirrel. Though, she was still in a bit of a daze as she eyed Dash’s shirt, which was drenched in what was probably his sweat and hers. It clung to his torso, and she blinked hard at the sight of his muscled chest.

“So, um...” Well, she didn’t exactly know what to say. It was probably close to noon, judging by the sun, and she’d just let Dash give her the strongest orgasm of her life. But they weren’t going to date. They’d had a little fling. And she was still his tenant slash speechwriter, but she very much wouldn’t mind riding his face again...

“I can see your wheels turning.” Dash swiped a hand through the hair she’d tugged moments earlier. “Was that okay?”

“Oh, yeah.” She kind of choked out a laugh, still in disbelief that any of it had happened in the first place. “But are you okay? I mean, I know you’re worried about staying sober and—”

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