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“I need to do this,” he says. “I can’t let it go, otherwise.”
And he has to let it go.
God, why didn’t I see that before?
This fucking case has been killing him.
Day after day, week after week, he’s been fading.
He wasn’t always like this.
Unemotional. Detached.
He was almost normal once.
That’s what made me say yes to going into business with him.
I knew he wasn’t like me. We’re completely different people.
But we had the same drive to get justice for our clients.
Maybe he’ll almost be normal again when he actually lets this go.
“I understand,” I tell him, getting up.
“Look after everyone while I’m gone. I’ll talk to Leanne tonight, and I’ll make sure everyone knows the case is officially out of our hands.”
He sounds like a leader, a real one.
“Do you want me to check the phone messages before I go back upstairs?”
“It’s okay,” he says. “Echo can do that tomorrow. He can show Leanne how the system works.”
Well, there’s a first.
I came down here to speak to E.A. and I’m going back upstairs actually feeling relieved.
Chapter Eighty-Seven
Toshi
It’s hard not to have flashbacks to my ex screwing her face up and making puking noises as I lie down on E.A.’s bed, waiting for my naked mate to force herself to take my cock in her mouth. It was a little different with Echo and Spencer. For one thing, I’d seen them suck each other off so many times that by the time we were in bed together I knew they were into it.
Leanne is pretty awesome, I have to admit, so it’s unfair to make comparisons, but I can’t help but wonder if most women are kind of grossed out by blow jobs.
Don’t be dumb, Toshi. Leanne wouldn’t offer if she didn’t want to do it.
Stop overthinking things. You’re going to ruin this.
She moves onto the bed, and settles herself between my legs, hunching herself over as she grasps my cock, and lowers her lips, trailing soft little kisses over my balls and my shaft.
“I have a confession to make,” she tells me, leaning over and swirling her tongue over my tip.
“Oh?” I ask, as she works her hand over my shaft.
“It’s a little embarrassing,” she admits, dropping her gaze.
“Well, we’re mates, Leanne. You can tell me anything.”
