And I do.

God, I do.

My breath stutters as her warm mouth surrounds me. Pleasure crackles down my spine, climbs up my legs. It rolls around in my veins, and I gasp and I groan as I thrust up into her mouth, urging her to open more, take more.

“Angel,” I rasp, and I feel her throat relax, and holy fuck, I can’t stop thinking how extraordinary this feels. How extraordinary it is for all these things to reside in one person. This woman has my body, my mind, and my heart. Right now, she has my dick in her mouth, and hell, that’s where I want to be.

I reach the finish line in mere minutes, coming in her throat as I say her name in a strangled cry.

She lets me fall from her lips and crawls up into my lap, kissing my cheek. She whispers in my ear, “I like the way you taste.”

I shudder and plant a wet, deep kiss on her lips. “Say that again, and I’ll come again.”

“Good.” She wears a naughty look. “I like when you come. I like making you feel good.”

“You do more than make me feel good.”

“What do I make you feel?” she asks coyly.

“You make me feel everything.”

She snuggles against me. Blowjobs, dinner, sex, success, happiness—I’m not sure what I did to deserve her, but I don’t intend to spend a single second taking her for granted. Ever.

Sabrina

The lights of the buildings twinkle across the Manhattan skyline, playing the part of the starlight that’s so rarely seen in this city.

I rest my head against Flynn’s shoulder and sigh contentedly. “I’m glad you were a stealth start-up at that party.”

“I’m glad you were the only one who figured out my costume.”

“I’m glad you twisted my arm and convinced me to escape to the library with you.”

He scoffs. “Twisted your arm? Hardly.”

I laugh too. “I know. I was willing to go anywhere with my masked duke.” I sit up and meet his piercing gaze. “But it’s you I love. I needed to meet you without knowing who you were to fall in love with you as you are.”

“I know that,” he says with a soft smile.

“With me, you always have an invitation to come as you are.”

He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Your wordplay sounds both loving and filthy.”

“Sort of like you.” I wiggle my eyebrows.

He slinks an arm around me, claims my mouth in a kiss, and takes me up on my invitation, no costumes needed, clothing optional, right there on the couch.

Later that night, we head to Gramercy Park.

He hands me the key, and I unlock the gate, entering the private park. I nearly skip. It’s everything I imagined it to be—a gorgeous, verdant escape from Manhattan.

“It’s like one of London’s squares,” I say, twirling around, taking it all in, the lush green leaves on the trees, the stone walkways, the benches. “At least I think so. I’ve never been.”