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When his erection grazed my ass, I wiggled it a bit, and he gave my hip a gentle tap. “Not yet, Ms. Washburn.”

My chest tightened, not knowing what he had planned, so I waited for his next move. Naturally, Drake took his time. I didn’t know how he was so patient, considering how eager I was to get this show on the road, but it was driving me crazy. Maybe that was his plan all along. I honestly didn’t know, but it was working because I was slick between my legs, and it wasn’t because of the shower.

Suddenly, his fingers were on my ankles. “Spread your legs.”

Again, I did as he wanted. At this point, I was sure I would do anything he asked.

“I love this ass,” he said as he placed a kiss on each of my cheeks, and a soft squeal escaped me.

My body responded to each syllable he spoke and each touch of his skin on mine.

“Drake, I need to—”

He cut me off. “I know what you need, and I’m going to give it to you. More than once; I promise. Now, turn around.”

When I did, I found him on his knees, and before I could utter another word, his mouth was on me. Watching him spread me with his thumbs and lick me was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. My hips bucked toward his mouth.

“My girl is a bit impatient today.”

It wasn’t impatience; it was greed. I knew what he could do to me, and I wanted it all. It was as if I was drunk on him. I could feel everything and knew what was happening, but I was so turned on that I was dizzy with lust.

His hand came up behind my right leg, and he lifted it over his left shoulder.

“God, you’re beautiful. So swollen and ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I need you. Please.” I was hoping he heard me, because I could barely hear myself over my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

He definitely did. At first it was only his tongue inside me, then one finger, and then two. His palm massaged my clit until I was on the precipice of falling apart.

“That’s it, babe,” he said in a low voice. “Give it to me. I want to taste every bit of you.”

That was all I needed—my orgasm instantly claimed me. I was sure I was going to topple over and crash through the glass door. Drake’s hands steadied me, and I was thankful his strong shoulder supported me.

But when he stood and cupped my face, I saw it. The look in his eyes was one I’d seen in my past but never thought I’d see again. It was then I believed this man might love me. When he kissed me, I felt it, the tenderness I’d dreamed of.

It was then and there I knew I was in love with Drake Prescott.

“It’s your turn.” I smiled and waggled my eyebrows.

“You don’t have to. I was kidding when I said tit for tat. Knowing that I pleasured you is enough.”

Was he insane? Giving him no time to argue, I slid down his body, and his stiff shaft bobbed as if it was greeting me. Now on my knees and eye level with it, I took him into my mouth and ran my tongue along the underside of his hardened shaft. His thick vein was my initial target. I sucked and licked and took him into my mouth as deep as I could. He was a large man; he hit the back of my throat, and I hadn’t taken him all yet.

My left hand grabbed his tight ass while my right hand fisted his cock where my mouth couldn’t reach. I pumped and sucked him, hard and fast.

“Lucy . . .” He groaned and fisted my hair. “I’m going to come. If you don’t want me to, you need to stop.”

No way in hell was that happening. My pace increased as my tongue worked double-time, my cheeks hollowing with each suck and pull. Drake moaned and moved his hips as he guided my head—faster and faster until his muscles clenched and he stilled. Warm saltiness, all Drake, slid over my tongue and down my throat.

Water splashed over us as he lifted me into his arms and hugged me. “God, you’re stunning.”

My heart was on fire. I wanted to tell him—no, I needed to tell him how I felt. A war raged between my head and my heart, but my head won and I just couldn’t do it. Not yet.

He reached for the shampoo and began to wash my hair, giving me the best scalp massage I’d ever had. We continued to wash each other, appreciating every nuance of the other’s body. Once we were done, Drake shut the water off and wrapped us in plush oversized towels folded on the counter.

After we dressed and I quickly dried my hair, I studied the man who owned my heart. He was wearing navy cargo shorts and a red T-shirt, which made me smile.

Drake glanced down with his arms stretched to the side. “What? You don’t like this outfit?”

“I love it. It’s all you.” I grinned. “Throw in a bit of white, and you’re our flag.”

He chuckled. “Ha! I didn’t even realize. What better colors are there?”

Pride. That was what Drake had. Pride in our country. He would make an excellent president one day.

We went out to dinner and then enjoyed a quiet night at home before his family arrived the next day.

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We woke up to sunshine and the smell of bacon. When our eyes popped open, both of us sat up and looked at each other, inhaling deeply.

“Smells like my mom has breakfast going,” Drake said with a grin. “Believe me when I tell you that if we don’t get down there soon, we’ll be eating cold cereal.”

“Then let’s go.” I jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and pulled my hair into a ponytail.