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short skirt and flips it out of the way, the thin red ribbons holding my silky black underwear together at each hipbone draw his attention. Pausing, his gaze flicks to mine, full of carnal heat. “This just keeps getting better and better.”
    “Only if you use that cocky mouth of yours for more than just talking.” Exhaling a sigh, I raise my arms above my head and stretch, undulating my hips in a move that I know drives guys crazy. “Do your best to solve me, Mr. Navy. That is…if you’re up to the challenge.”
    His lips twist as he leans over me. “There’s something you should know about a good strategist.”
    “And what is that?” I say, my words coming out in a breathy whoosh when he plants a kiss on my belly button.
    He lifts his hooded gaze my way. “We study every angle, learn every possible move that can be made for the very best outcome, and then we implement a solution.”
    I slide my fingers in his hair and gold flecks shower down on my belly. Trailing my fingers along his hairline, I halt at his temple. “And what’s your success rate?”
    He grips my hips in a firm hold and runs the flat of his tongue along my stomach. Licking up every bit of glitter sugar, he rumbles against my suddenly prickled skin, “One-hundred-percent.”
    His attentiveness makes me so wet, I almost hate that I’m going to ruin his record. Even though he’ll never know he didn’t succeed, I feel it’s only fair to warn him. “I’m not so easy to solve.”
    He slides his hands to my ass and chuckles as he nips at my hipbone. “Complicated, are you?”
    When I mumble, “I’m a double-sided, 3D puzzle,” he glances up at me once more, his gaze suddenly serious.
    “Every puzzle has a solution, Raven. I’m yours.”
    Before I can rib him about his overconfidence, he lifts my right thigh and kisses a searing path toward my sex, rendering my brain useless.
    The closer he gets, the hotter my body radiates against the cool marble. Chill bumps layer over flushed skin. The combination is so stimulating, I rock my hips, encouraging him as I let out a breathy sigh. “I’m enjoying your strategic moves.”
    Biting lightly on my inner thigh, he shifts to my left leg, lifting it up to press a kiss along the inside of my knee. As he trails his tongue in a swirling pattern down my leg, his warm breath bathes my skin while he slowly makes his way to the edge of my underwear.
    I’m surprised when he turns and presses his nose against my sex. Inhaling deeply, he groans. “You’re soaked and fucking hell you smell like dessert.”
    His teeth nip the edge of my underwear, and I jump, gasping.
    Just when I start to reach for the ties holding my panties together, he grunts and glares at me. Stay still.
    I sigh and move my hand to his hair, heart hammering while he slides his teeth along my underwear until he reaches the bow. Clamping his lips around the end of the ribbon, he pulls it free of its loop, then does the same to the other side.
    I bite my lip as he dips his head and presses a soft kiss to one side of my sex and then the other. When he continues pressing his mouth tenderly along my sensitive lips—just light pecks, not full on contact—I furrow my brow in confusion. This is his idea of great oral? I’m thinking he exaggerated that one-hundred-percent satisfaction rate.
    I dig my fingers into his scalp and hope he gets the hint, but he only moves lower to plant a chaste kiss right against my damp opening.
    What the hell? My whole body is tightening, waiting for him to proceed. “What—what are you doing?” I say as I start to sit up.
    He flattens his hand on my belly, his action entirely dominant while he patiently answers against my body, “I’m getting to know you.”
    I point to my head. “My brain is up here. You can get to know it later.”
    He glances up and smirks. “This part of you has a brain too, angel. Trust me.”
    “Angel?” I snort. “At the moment, the devil on my shoulder disagrees. This,” I