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He had a look of deep concentration on his face, as though it was taking every ounce of self-control not to come apart right then.
“Good,” I whispered. “Then come for me.”
He stroked himself some more, and I licked on him as he did.
“Where do you want me to come?” His words came out clipped, husky. He was so fucking close. I didn’t understand how he was still hanging on the edge, waiting, but he was.
I didn’t have a lot of time to think. Normally, I liked letting my boyfriends come on my breasts. It always turned me on to know they’d come looking at my nipples, and that sort of play was always so damn hot, but this was different. This was Locke. Despite the fact that he’d been known as a sort of playboy, I was beginning to get the impression that Locke wasn’t as well understood as everyone seemed to think that he was.
So I made a decision, a hasty one, and I didn’t know if it was right or wrong. Without answering, I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away. He was confused, just for a moment, until I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and slid his dick down my throat. Then he understood, and he gripped my hair.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and he thrust only a few times into my mouth before I felt him coming inside of me. He moaned as he came, and I swallowed all of it. It took a few swallows, but then, when I was sure he was done, I licked the end of his cock and moved away. I looked up at him and was surprised to see the look on his face.
Contentment, yes, but it was mixed with something else.
Sadness, maybe?
And fear.
Chapter 12
Locke
I shouldn’t have let her blow me.
Long after Paige left for the day, long after I returned home, and long after I should have fallen asleep, I thought about the way she looked on her knees before me.
It was perfect.
She was perfect.
It wasn’t supposed to be perfect.
Paige was the type of girl who deserved a lot more than I could give. I might have money, and I might be mildly attractive, but I wasn’t the kind of man who could give her what she really needed: adoration and love.
Instead, I was the guy who was going to throw her to the wolves in just a couple of weeks, and she had no idea what was coming.
After pacing in my bedroom for hours, I finally decided to give up on the idea of sleep, and I walked slowly down the hall to my office. My cat, Susie, followed close at my heels.
“I’m not going to feed you,” I warned her.
“Meow,” Susie replied.
“I’m not going to feed you,” I repeated, but we both knew that eventually I’d feel bad looking at Susie, and I’d give in to her begging. The vet said she needed to slim down. She was overweight. She ate too much and moved around too little, and part of that was my own fault. Perhaps I should buy a kitten so Susie would have a playmate. I made a mental note to call the animal shelter that week. Maybe I should adopt a kitten. I’d have to hire someone to help out with the cats while I was at work, but maybe that was what Susie needed.
A playmate.
That’s what I needed, after all.
And oh, Paige really was the perfect little toy.
I was getting too attached, I knew. After she went down on me, making me come apart, giving me quite possibly the best orgasm of my damn life, I propped her up on the desk and ate her pussy until she came, too. I wasn’t about to let her get away from me. Not after something as wonderful as what she did. A good thing like that needed to be rewarded, and while I might not be able to love Paige, I could reward her.
I could let her know I was happy with her performance.
That’s what all of this was, after all. It was a performance.
Finally, I made it to my office. My house was too big for one person, I knew. When Rebecca lived with me, it wasn’t as big of a deal. She had brightened up the entire place. Now it was just me and Susie, and somehow, it felt horrible. Rebecca really had been a bright star. What college student wanted to live with their older brother in his creepy mansion? None of them...except she had.
