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She licked the smooth skin of his shaft and circled her tongue around his purpled head. The glistening drop at the tip tasted salty and tart. Getting into the spirit of things, she made her way down to his sac. On a whim, she sucked one of his balls into her mouth.
She heard a thump and looked up to make sure he was okay. He’d thrown his head back. The sound had been the back of his head hitting the frame on top of the chair. His lips worked, forming letters and oaths, but the only thing that made sense was her name.
Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she pumped once. His entire body twitched, so she did it again. She switched her lips to his other testicle, mouthing it gently as she stroked his cock.
A light sheen of sweat glistened on his chest and stomach. He was close. Hesitantly she released his balls and closed her mouth around the darkened head of his cock. She sucked hard, taking it as deep into her mouth as she could. She wrapped her hand around the base to pick up the slack there.
He tangled a hand in her hair, but he didn’t try to guide her action or control the pace she set. When he tightened his grip in warning, she sucked harder. He shouted, and his ass shot off the chair. She lifted with him, giving his balls a little twist, and swallowed in time to the pulsing evidence of his orgasm.
When he came down, she released his cock and laid her head on his thigh. In the silence that followed, she heard his rapid breathing keep time with the pounding of her heart. She knew he had enjoyed the experience, but shades of doubt were creeping into her brain. He had a great sense of humor. He was intelligent, fun, and thoughtful. The more time she spent with him, the more she talked with him and got to know him and had sex with him, the less she could deny how deep her feelings for him ran.
Chapter Six
If he stopped looking down at the woman whose head rested on his thigh, his heart rate might return to normal. The manic beating wasn't caused by the clear view of her cleavage or the image of her lovely lips sliding up and down his shaft and everything to do with the sure knowledge that things could never go back to being the way they had been.
The prospect of seeing her three times a week in class and not being able to wink at her based on the foundation of a permanent relationship tasted metallic in his mouth. Fear. Receiving a blowjob had never before left him in a state of mind-numbing fear.
To be fair, the sex act itself had nothing to do with the deep ache starting in his chest. The way she bit her lip and hesitated when he told her what he wanted betrayed her lack of experience. The possessive part of him smiled in satisfaction, reveling in the fact he was her first. If the rest of him had any say about it, he would be her only.
Despite her inexperience, or perhaps because of it, she had taken the time to figure out what he liked. She had lingered over the details of pleasuring him instead of rushing through the task in an effort to get him off and get it over with. He fast-forwarded to the care she would take picking out plates while they were registering for their wedding.
Christ. Never before had getting sucked off made him look forward to shopping.
Leaning down, he slid his hands under her arms. “Babe, I want you on my lap.”
She lifted her gaze, and he saw the fire simmering behind her light brown eyes. Sliding her knees on either side of his, she flashed a tentative smile. “Well, this padded leather is a lot easier on the knees than the wood floor.”
He laughed. “Next time I’ll include a couch or a bed in my fantasy.”
She giggled, a devious sound he’d never expected. “I guess we both have desk fetishes.”
In Kaelen’s mind, the only fetishes he had involved Mia. He’d take her anywhere he could get her. Instead of answering, he cupped his hand around the back of her neck and drew her close. Slanting his lips over hers, he feathered a soft kiss that did little more than tease.
Mia gripped his shoulders, digging in harder the longer he kept the kiss light. The perfume of her arousal saturated his senses, and her hot wetness hovered inches from his cock, which showed no sign of rising to the challenge.
But he took his cue from Mia and didn’t rush anything. They had hours yet, and he was determined to make them count. Show her how good being with him could be.
A bell chimed through the building. Mia jerked her mouth away from his and looked toward the door. Her eyes took a moment to focus. “Doorbell?”
He nodded. “Lunch is here, babe. Be a good little secretary and go get it.”
She backed away and stood up, smoothing down her skirt and wearing an uncertain expression. “You’re wearing a lot more than I am.”
“Yep.” He tucked his cock into his pants and fastened them. “Go get lunch or you’ll find out how I discipline a sucky assistant.”
