“Slide a finger in, I want the first taste from your hand,” he ordered hotly, like we were talking about cake. I shuddered out a breath and slid my palm down until I was cupping myself. I kept my eyes on him, but his full attention was on the triangle between my thighs. I gathered some of the wetness there with two fingers, moaning when I brushed my clitoris.

“No, don’t make yourself come. Not yet.” This was usually the moment when I said something along the lines of Who the fuck do you think you are? and made myself come just out of spite, but Theo had me in some kind of a trance. I just did as he said. Fucked myself with two fingers, once, twice, then offered them to him. His eyes were hooded and sultry and locked with mine as he sucked my fingers. He looked like Hades himself.

“I want that dripping down my chin.” Yeah, this was definitely not what I’d expected from Theo “my favorite word is insurance” Ganas, but I was not going to make that observation when he was licking my fingers and promising to do the same to other, more demanding parts of my body. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to eat this?” he asked, as he rubbed his thumb along my furrow.

“How long?” I asked, cupping the back of his head, pulling him closer. I wanted his mouth on me.

“Ages,” he told me as he made his way up my thighs with his mouth. “Some days...” he started to say something, then stopped himself.

“Tell me,” I managed to say through the fog his touch had me in. He laughed, a low, dangerous sound, then flicked that flinty gaze up to me, searing. “I wanted to go down on my knees the first day you came into the pool with that ass swaying and told me if the coffee you made didn’t cut it you knew a couple of guys at Starbucks looking for side hustles.” I grinned at the memory, proud to remember that even though he’d scared the shit out of me, I’d always stood up for myself with Theo Ganas. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and pulled me to him until his mouth was flush against me.

“Can’t wait to have my tongue inside you,” he whispered as he pulled on the sensitive skin at my opening. I felt engorged, swollen, like all the blood in my body was pounding right beneath his mouth. I widened my legs and tilted up so he could see how bad I needed him. I felt wet and slick as his fingers glided over me.