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I wanted him.
When we were washing dishes. Or when he was upstairs tucking the girls into bed. Even if his house smelled of garlic, baby shampoo, and a Barbie that had been soaked in perfume and left to dry on the kitchen counter.
I wanted Oliver. Badly. And that was a recipe for disaster. Yet here I stood, sipping coffee in his subtly lit, homey kitchen, examining the artwork on the fridge. Deep down, I knew I was about to screw the pooch, but I was caught in a riptide that I couldn’t free myself from.
I suspected Oliver was in the same predicament. Only his career didn’t hinge on us sleeping together. He would be fine. Me, on the other hand…
I felt him enter the room, that was how strong his pull was. My eyes closed as I willed myself to dredge up the courage to turn and tell him how things were going to be.
“They’re out cold,” he informed me softly, his voice like warm honeyed tea soothing a sore throat.
I opened my eyes, then turned to face him. Something taut snapped to life between us. I could no more stop myself from moving toward him than I could stop the world from spinning. Hopelessly adrift, I placed my mug of coffee on the counter, his deep brown gaze on me as I walked to him and sifted my fingers through his hair.
“This is going to be incredible,” I whispered to the small part of Jackson not being controlled by my cock.
“We have to be quiet,” he replied with a raspy exhale that stripped away any worries as I pulled his lips to mine. Covering his mouth would keep him silent. We went at each other like starving jackals. Nipping, lapping, biting. My dick was throbbing in my shorts, leaking, wanting…
“I want you in my mouth,” I growled as I nibbled a path from his puffy lips to his neck. I bit gently, but firmly. Marking him. He moaned low and long, his hands moving down my sides to lock me into place against his body. I sucked harder. He rolled his hips. My balls drew up instantly, so I broke free. “I’m close.”
With that announcement, I went to my knees. Oliver took a step back to bolster himself against the fridge as I yanked his joggers and briefs to his ankles. A fat, long prick sprang up and nearly put my eye out. If I was going to be blinded, let it be by a dick. I took him in hand, drool filling my mouth, and gave the purple head a swipe. Salty pre-cum coated my tongue. A soft sound of pleasure escaped me before I took him to the root.
“Fuck,” he growled, his hips jutting. I gagged. He tried to pull back, but I grabbed his ass to keep him in place. I could take it. Fuck my mouth anytime, hockey man. “Sorry… it’s been so long and you… ah man, that is good.”
I purred around his dick, pulling a sound from him that made me shudder. Never had I heard such a perfect noise from a lover. I began sucking frantically, frenzied almost to get his spunk down my throat. He tried, bless him. He really did try not to blow his nut too quickly, but when I took his hefty balls in my hand and tugged them, he pumped like a mad man, then came down my throat. My eyes rolled back in my head as the tang of him coated my tongue.
I wanted more. I sucked with more vigor, slurping, drooling, moaning around his pulsating cock until he carded his fingers into my hair and eased me off. I glanced up and got the most blissful smile I had ever seen.
“You are… that was…”
“Incredible,” I supplied, then swiped my lips with my tongue. Oliver shuddered at the sight, then gave my hair a tug. I rose slowly, then moved into his arms. He kissed me deeply, his tongue rolling over my molars as he unzipped my jeans to free my aching prick. Once he had me in his strong, rough hands, I went to pieces quickly. His head back, his mouth on my jugular, he stroked me tip to root, his calloused palm twirling over my sensitive cockhead. “Oh, damn, yeah…”
That was the extent of my monologue. He gave my throat a lick, then lowered himself to the floor. I watched as he dipped the tip of his tongue into the slit. That was pretty much all she wrote. I grunted out something that might have been a warning. Could have been the seven-day forecast. Who knew? My brain had shut down the moment I’d said hello this evening. I came hard, my head snapping back so fiercely my neck cracked. My balls emptied themselves into his willing mouth. I pumped gently until he pulled off, his lips coated with spittle and spunk.
“Jesus Christ, that was…”
“Incredible?” he offered, and I could do nothing other than nod. When he was standing, we kissed, exploring each other’s mouths at leisure now that the madness of blind lust had been sated. For now. When I looked into his warm, open eyes, I knew this was the beginning of something more powerful and compelling than anything I had ever experienced. I should leave now. Right now. This instant. It had only been oral sex, not intercourse. I was sure my superiors would see the difference. Hell, that reasoning had worked for a president…
“I usually don’t let myself get that carried away in the kitchen. Or anywhere where the girls could walk in,” he said. I nodded. “You’re just so…”
“Yeah, you are too.”
“I can warm up some coffee cake that Jamie baked yesterday. If you’d like to stay and talk or…” He shrugged, and I smiled, as we both tucked and zipped.
Yeah, I felt the same way. “I’d like some coffee cake and talk.”
His eyes danced with happiness, and I knew I was a goner.
ChapterThirteen
Oliver
The warmthfrom the kitchen still lingered as we sat down, the air between us charged with something very new. The cake, fresh from the oven, steamed slightly when I cut into it, its sweet aroma filling the space. I served us both generous slices, accompanied by heavy cream and the rich, comforting smell of freshly brewed coffee.
Melissa would have loved that I was finally acting on what she’d asked me to do, I thought, a pang of sorrow threading through the sweetness of the moment. I glanced at Jackson, who seemed to sense the shift in my mood.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice gentle, eyes full of concern.
