I take her hands in mine and lift them into the air, switching our positions and pinning her to the wall. My heart is beating so hard it feels like it’ll break right through my ribcage. “Since the woman in question was you.”

“I’m no virgin, Mr. Livingston.” She fans her long lashes up at me.

“And I’m no saint. All the more reason to do things right with the woman I love.” I lower my face to hers and trail the tip of my tongue over her trembling lips. “Yesterday was his,” I grumble, biting back emotion. “Friday… Friday is ours, Li’l Bit.”

Understanding dawns. “That’s why you were so hesitant last night.”

“I want you.” I lower my hands to cup the sides of her face. “But I don’t want to feel like a stand-in.”

“But you’re not.”

“Get the license this week. That’s the homework I was speaking of. Book the courthouse Friday at whatever time you see fit.” I rest my forehead against hers. “Give me a day that’s ours alone,” I say, burying my fingers in her long locks. “One that was never intended for anyone else.”

“Okay,” she agrees, withdrawing her hand and trailing it up my abs to rest over the ink on my right pec. “We can wait.”

“I’ll make it worth your while,” I say, molding my lips to hers.

“You better.” Her threat is distorted by tangled tongues and gasping breaths.

Desire runs rampant between us. Our kiss is a lewd promise…a passionate prelude of what’s to come.

Before I realize what’s happening, her lips are blazing a path down my chest. The silky touch of her fingers exploring my torso as she flits her tongue over my nipples steals my resolve. Good intentions be damned, I’m a willing passenger on whatever ride she sees fit to take me on.

“Just a taste,” she murmurs nipping her lips along the dusting of hair beneath my navel. “I’ll leave your virtue intact,” she teases, gripping my underwear and dragging them to my knees.

My dick pops free, stretching to full mast.

Sammi’s sharp intake of breath and hard swallow seem to echo in my head which is blessedly empty. “Merry Christmas to me,” she sings.

My answering laugh is cut short at the feel of her warm wet tongue swirling around the head of my dick.

“Fuck,” I groan when she cups my balls with one hand and the base of my erection with the other.

“Is this okay?” she asks, innocently. As if I’d have it within my power to say no.