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“Is that so?”

“Mhmmm …” Her hand trails down my abdomen until it collides with my hard dick. She moans, and I bite back my laugh, but then it’s me moaning as she wraps her fingers around my hard length. “Ready to go again?” she asks, stroking me a few times.

“Yes,” I hiss, my hips bucking as she keeps stroking me, my eyes rolling to the back of my head every time her hand runs over my piercings. “You keep doing that, and I’ll be coming all over my stomach.”

“Maybe that’s the plan.” Then she crawls between my legs, which I widen for her, and runs her tongue over my cock.

I fist the blankets, trying not to blow my load too quickly. She hums around me, and the sight of her naked, her hair hanging down her back, pregnant belly, my dick in her mouth, and one hand between her legs, has me nearly coming. How did I get so lucky?

“You hot and bothered sucking me off, love?”

She doesn’t answer, just continues to bob her head up and down on me while I watch.

“Sutton,” I warn as my balls tighten, and the familiar feeling begins at the base of my spine. “If you don’t want me coming down your throat, you better move.” She glances up at me as she takes her hand out from between her legs and uses it to tug gently on my balls. That has me losing it. My orgasm feels like it lasts forever. “Bloody hell,” I manage to say when she moves off me, leaning back on her knees, and wipes her mouth with her hand. “You’re perfect,” I tell her as she crawls over to me.

“You’re perfect too.”

Chapter thirty-two

Sutton

I climb behind the wheel of my car a few days after Bash and I decided we wanted things to be real between us and put the key in the ignition, but when I turn it, the engine won’t start.

I try again, and the same thing happens. With a huff, I get out, grab my stuff, and head back toward the condo. I’ll call Becca and see if she can swing by and pick me up, or call a rideshare.

“What’s wrong?” Bash asks when I walk into the kitchen and set my stuff on the counter.

I whirl around, nearly jumping out of my skin at the sound of his voice. Damn, my husband is hot, all shirtless in just a pair of boxers, his dirty-blond hair tousled with sleep and wearing that damn necklace that’s sexier than it should be. I wish I didn’t have a meeting this morning, because I’d like to get naked and let Bash have his way with me. But I can’t. Sadly.

“Sutton?”

I tear my gaze from his mostly naked body. “My car won’t start.”

He grabs his keys from the counter. “Take mine. I’ll call a tow truck and get yours to a mechanic.”

“No, it’s alright. I’m going to call Becca and see if she can pick me up.” I take my phone out of my purse.

“Love, I insist.” He steps closer to me.

“How will you get to the airport?”

“I’ll get one of the guys to pick me up. Drive my car while I’m gone.” He shakes the keys at me, and I finally take them from him. “It’s safer anyway.” I side-eye him. “Your car is old, and I worry about you.”

I rear back. I love my car. She’s been reliable for years. “She’s not that old, and she’s perfectly safe.”

He puts his hands up in surrender. “Alright, but I’m serious. Take my car. Leave me your keys. I’ll have yours towed, and we can pick it up when I get back.”

“Okay.” I nod. “Thank you.” I give him my keys.

“Of course.” He gives me a quick peck on the lips. “Have a good day. I’ll call you later.”

I smile. “Can’t wait. Love you.”

“Love you too,” he says as I head out the door once again, this time to his SUV.

Which does start, not that I expected otherwise, and I finally make it to the office with plenty of time to spare before my first of many meetings. The morning flies by, and it’s just after lunchtime when my cell phone rings. I almost don’t answer it, but then I see who’s calling.

“Hello, Glenn.”