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His voice is all low and growly and so damn hot that I nod because I’m not sure I can find my voice right at this second.

‘Text me when you stop for your break.’ And he kisses me again, brief and hard, before stepping back a pace, far enough to release me from the cage of his body but close enough for me to still feel the tension in his frame. ‘Now go.’

My entire body protests the move, and I think,screw it. I don’t want to wait. ‘Is Mrs Duffy around?’

He shakes his head. ‘She nipped out for half an hour about fifteen minutes ago.’

Which gives me fifteen minutes, but I reckon I’m only going to need a couple. A surge of female power spurts through my veins, and I step forward and reclaim the distance he put between us, smiling at him as my hand slides to the button of his jeans.

‘Doc.’ He smiles back as he glances at my busy fingers, his frame relaxing into bemusement, but not for long, I hope. ‘What are you doing?’

‘I’m going to give you a blow job.’

He chuckles. ‘I love it when you talk dirty.’

I yank his zipper down, and the tension returns to his body. He’s not laughing now. ‘What can I say? Being with you has been rather liberating, and I’ve missed…’ I lean forward and press my lips to his ear and whisper, ‘Sucking your cock.’

I sink to my knees.

‘Oh… Jesus.’ His hands grip the sides of his thighs as he stares down at me. ‘I’ve created a monster.’

I smile as I reach inside his jeans and pull his erection free, wrapping my hands around it. A groan that sounds as if it was torn from his throat bubbles into the air and he makes a grab for the sink.

‘Talking of monsters,’ I mutter as I stare at his big, beautiful cock.

He laughs, but it cuts off as I lean forward and open my mouth over him. He groans, deep and long, and I’m vaguely aware of the muscle in his forearm bulging as he grips the sink harder. I don’t pussyfoot around, I don’t tease with my tongue and hands, I just go for it. I can dazzle him with technique sometime Mrs Duffy won’t bust me on my knees giving the building super a blow job.

‘Fuck… Holly… I love watching your mouth swallow me.’

I glance up to find him watching me, watching the spread of my lips as they plunge down his shaft. I take him as deep as I can while I look at him, and he grunts his pleasure. I do it again, my hand sliding to his ass, anchoring there, feeling his glute contract as his shaft disappears almost all the way behind my lips.

‘Jesus,’ he mutters and grabs for the sink with his other hand, his eyes shutting.

Mine do too, savouring the musky taste and the soapy smell of him, the thickness of him, the wet glide of his shaft between my lips, the wideness of my jaw as I take him deeper and deeper. His thighs are trembling. So are mine. And I’m hot and wet and slippery between my legs, and my nipples are stiff and raw from rubbing against the lace of my bra.

I know all I need to do is slip a hand between my legs and I’ll fall apart. But this isn’t about me. It’s about Danny, about loving Danny, and power swells in my veins as he mutters something guttural and unintelligible. It goads me to stop and play for a bit when I know I shouldn’t.

I pull off and I wait until his eyes flick open before I deliberately run the wet, plump head of his cock around my lips, snaking my tongue out, swiping it over the top, back and forthas he watches. I lick down the underside, his shaft brushing my cheek.

‘Christ, that’s hot,’ he mutters, a rich, dark glitter coming into his eyes as his hand leaves the sink to bury itself in my hair, angling my head a little for him to thrust his hips and glide himself up and down my tongue, run himself around my lips.

‘Open,’ he says, and I open, my eyes glued on his as he pushes slowly into my mouth, right to the back, and I hold it there until I can’t any longer, gagging a little just as he eases the pressure on my hair and the back of my throat.

He does it again, angling my head further, pushing in again. My eyes water, and saliva floods my mouth, but his eyes are practically rolling back in his head, and I hold still, watching him, watching his pleasure as his cock sits deeper this time even as my throat works against the stimulus.

He eases off again, and I smile up at him around the fullness of his shaft. He smiles back as he untwists his hand from my hair and reluctantly shoves it back on the edge of the sink. He grunts, knowing we don’t have time for the porn blow job version I really want to give him.

‘Suck it.’

I don’t need to be told twice. I shut my eyes then and suck. I suck hard and fast, my tongue swirling up and down his shaft as I go, and I have him breathing hard and trembling in less than a minute.

He groans, and my eyes flick open, meeting his as he says, ‘Christ. I’m going to come.’

My heart rate spikes, and I moan around his cock, going harder and faster, digging my fingers into his ass.

‘Ahh… Goddamn… fuuuck.’

His voice is a loud whisper as the first salty taste of him spills across my tongue. I moan and take him deep as he unloads. He grunts through his climax, his hands gripping the sink hard, hiseyes shut, his face screwed into a mask of agony and ecstasy as he fights the urge to bellow his pleasure.