The guy beneath me was all man, and I had no doubt his confidence was earned.

He wanted to eat my pussy? Hell, I wasn’t going to deny myself this opportunity for a man-induced orgasm, especially since he was restrained and couldn’t do anything else.

Shifting, I stripped off my panties, then gripped the headboard to move over his face.

“Will you be able to breathe?” I asked, looking down at him. I wanted to punish him, not suffocate the guy.

Huck’s gaze flicked from my pussy to my face. “Baby girl, it’ll be the best way to go. Now lower down on my face.”

He didn’t say more because I shifted, and even without his hands, he went to town. Licking, flicking, sucking, kissing.

I rolled my hips, using the gorgeous Huck Manning to get off.

Oh. My. God. He was good. This was good. Too good.

It took about sixty seconds to gasp and cling to the headboard as the best orgasm ever washed over me. I wasn’t sure if it showed his skill as a lover or the fact that I’d been so desperate to come.

My nipples were pebbled, my skin slick with sweat. I shifted back, caught my breath as Huck licked his glistening lips.

“Not done,” he said, his voice deep with arousal. “Grab a condom, climb on my dick, and let’s have some fun.”

I blinked. Looked down at Huck. I wanted to have sex with him. Desperately. It would be empty pleasure, though. He’d hurt me long ago. The wound had cut deep, and as I looked down at him, I knew it had never healed. I wasn’t going to do that to myself again.

Revenge was sweet, especially when it came with an orgasm.

I climbed off him, grabbed my panties, and slipped them on. “No, thanks.”

He didn’t say anything, only frowned as he watched me pull my dress back on.

“Baby girl, what’re you doing?”

“What I should have done all those years ago.”

I picked up my purse from the floor, pulled out the piece of paper I’d found earlier, walked over, and slapped it onto his bare chest.

He looked down at it, then at me. “I kinda can’t see what that is.”

“It’s a letter from a lawyer stating that Claire’s not biologically yours,” I explained.

His eyes flared at my words, and the cuffs clanged as he tugged against them. Yeah, he knew what I was talking about, but he hadn’t expected it here and now. Just like that bit of news had been for me earlier when I’d pulled his lawyer’s things from the totaled car.

“Sarah,” he said, the first time he’d used my name tonight.

“You lied to me. For years.” Anger laced my words. “You let me believe you had a baby with another woman.”

“I can explain.” The handcuffs rattled again as he tried to get himself free.

“No need,” I said, holding up my hand. “Fuck you, Huckleberry Manning.” I glanced at his still-hard dick. “Actually, I don’t want to.”