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Chapters (49)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Books By Natasha Madison
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-One
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-One
  35. Chapter Thirty-Two
  36. Chapter Thirty-Three
  37. Chapter Thirty-Four
  38. Chapter Thirty-Five
  39. Chapter Thirty-Six
  40. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-One
  45. Epilogue One
  46. Epilogue Two
  47. ONLY ONE KISS SNEAK PEEK
  48. Books By Natasha Madison
  49. Acknowledgments

He unzips my dress, the sound lost in the heavy pants of our breath. He peels the dress from my shoulders at the same time I push his shirt off him. His mouth goes to one of my nipples while the dress hangs on my hips. My back arches off the wall, and he picks me up. While he bites my nipple, he walks to his room. I swear I’m about to have an orgasm, and the only thing he’s touched are my breasts.

He walks into his room, kicking off his shoes, and then he places me down on my feet, and I wobble on the heels. I wish I could kick them off. I want to kick them off, but he looks at me.

“I had this whole thing planned,” he says, his hand coming up, and his thumb rubs over my lips. “Wine and dine and then take you to bed.” I want to roll my eyes and groan. “I want to take my time with you.” His voice is low, and just the way he says it fills my body with goose bumps. His hand moves down to my pebbled nipple, rubbing it. He puts his thumb into his mouth and then rubs my nipple again, and I swear my eyes want to roll in the back of my head. “I’m going to take my time with you,” he says, “but not this time.”

“Justin,” I whisper or pant out his name.

“It’s going to be fast,” he says as his hands push the dress down over my hips, leaving me in the white lace thong that I slipped into after the shower. “It’s going to be hard,” he says, looking down at me. “And it’s probably going to be faster than we both want.” I take a deep inhale as I watch him unbuckle his belt. “But that is only going to be round one.” His pants fall from his waist, and he’s standing there in black Calvin Klein boxers. His cock is hard and ready, and I hold my breath as he peels them down, and I finally see him naked. His cock is huge and perfect, and I want to touch it. My hand comes out, and I fist it in my palm, and now it’s his turn to hiss. I move my hand up and down once and then another time before he is suddenly not in my hand anymore. Instead, he is on his knees in front of me, pulling my panties to the side while his mouth devours me. He pulls my clit into this mouth, and I have to hold on to his shoulder or I’ll fall over. “Fucking perfect,” he says right before his tongue fucks me.