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he’s not a friend without benefits like I am.” Disgust carves his face when he sneers ‘friend without benefits’.
    “No one is like you.” I lean into him as his hand drifts down my spine, cupping my ass.
    “Good,” he murmurs into my ear while rubbing my behind. “Will you be here later?”
    “I’m tired,” I answer honestly.
    The music has toned down. A couple passes the bar, but it’s provided some much needed privacy and hides us below the waist. It appears as if we’re just talking closely.
    “Stay,” he insists and slides a hand over my hip and down my thigh, then slowly climbs up again, raising my skirt.
    My stance widens on its own, my body betraying the lie in my words. “I’m tired. I’m dreaming of a night in my bathtub.”
    He chuckles, caressing the bare skin on my inner thigh. “Do you know what I dream of?”
    “No,” I breathe.
    “I dream of you on this bar, without a shred of clothing, on your hands and knees. I stand at the end with a bottle of Baileys resting on the bar. I tip the bottle, the thick liquid sloshes onto it toward your hands, pouring over the surface and raining down the edges. And you’re out of reach. Too far for me to taste. I hold out my hand, inviting you to come to me. You lie flat on your stomach, then crawl to me, ever so slowly. The Baileys drips seductively off your breasts. You’re irresistible. You sit back on your haunches, so I can bend my head to lick your nipples.” He cups me firmly between my legs. “Then I guide you onto your back, spread your legs wide and eat out your pussy. Cam, you’re mouthwatering. I lick your orgasm and every last drop off you so your taste is on my lips and tongue for hours.”
    My panties are soaking wet.
    Adriano unlocks a hidden desire I’d lost while being held at Fat Sal’s depraved underground club. He’s the first person whose touch I can tolerate. Without knowing, he’s healing my scars. There’s a magnetic connection between us that’s far too tempting to resist anymore.
    “Are you definitely coming back?” My heart races.
    “Yes.” His fingers circle my panties, and I press my mouth against his throat, burying my face against him. His arm comes around my waist, holding me.
    He nudges my panties aside and enters me in a gentle, flexing push . As I rock against his finger slightly, my breath tangles around a moan. He thrusts in and out while peeking around, making sure no one’s watching us.
    His thumb rubs me fiercely. “I want to watch you come, Cam.”
    His touch, which I’ve been anticipating for so long, fires up my insides . He controls my arousal with measured swirls of his fingers, and I explode in a whimpering mess, trembling in the aftermath.
    “Hmm.” I lazily lift my head.
    His smoldering eyes storm with lust. I’m still standing sideways against him. His breath fans my cheek – how can he never smell of smoke? I see him lighting a cigarette often, yet he always smells fresh, like the outdoors.
    Kiss me…
    But he doesn’t. He holds up his finger, glistening with my arousal, and his lips curve up before he wraps them around the finger. He’s waiting, waiting for me to ask him to kiss me. I remember him telling me the first time he drove me home that he wants me to beg for a kiss.
    “Kiss me,” I whisper and add, “Please.”
    Adriano traces his finger over my lips and bends his head toward me, meeting my mouth over his finger.
    It feels wonderfully illicit to lick his finger that’s been inside me together. His hand moves down to my throat, and our lips meet. Even his kiss brings back to life the butterflies in my stomach, and I touch his tongue, tasting. Riding the tide of a simple kiss he’s mastered to a tee. He strokes my throat as he ravishes my mouth. His palm slides to the top swell of my breasts, but then he pulls back.
    Adriano lowers his forehead to mine, expelling a loud breath that makes his lips tremble. “I have to stop or else I’ll fuck you here on the