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“Bayli.” The word tore from his lips. “Jesus.”
She licked again. Set an even sexier, vigorous pace. Pumping, stroking, rubbing … Fuck, he couldn’t catalog it all. Especially when her head dipped and her tongue replaced her palm at his tip. She lapped at him, then suckled. Tauntingly at first. Then her hand slipped down to the base of his cock and she held him firmly as she took him deep in her mouth. So fucking deep.
“Like that,” he groaned. “Just like that.”
She sucked him hard.
His body jerked. “Christ!” The orgasm built, fast and furious.
While she held him with one hand and continued to suckle, her other hand shifted to his balls. She cupped them. Rolled them gently. Tugged a little.
“Bayli,” he said again, knowing this woman was going to be his undoing. To the depths of his soul. “Make me come. Suck me harder and make me come.”
She feverishly did as he bade. Christian’s gut clenched; his groin blazed. His cock throbbed in wild beats, keeping time with his hammering heart and pulse.
Instinctively, he placed a hand at the back of her head, keeping her in place as her mouth widened and his hips lifted so that he fucked her mouth. Her fingers worked their magic on his sac until every fiber of his being pulled taut and his breath caught.
She drew him even deeper into her mouth and Christian lost it.
“Yes!” he all but growled. “Fuck, yes. Take it all. Swallow me down.”
She didn’t let up. A heartbeat later he exploded in her mouth.
She kept perfect pace with him. Sucking him dry. Leaving him convulsing and groaning …
And wanting so much more from her.
SIX
Bayli stirred when a crimp in her neck pinched too tight. She didn’t have to open her eyes to know she was huddled against the mound of pillows that lined the wall separating her apartment from the guys’ next door. Nor did she need to crack an eye open to know she was alone.
She felt the void instantly. A frigid air that had nothing to do with the actual external climate and everything to do with an inner sense of loss. She flopped onto her other side and stared at the vacant space before her. This set of pillows still held the indentation of Christian Davila’s head. The sheets were tossed back and rumpled. His enticing scent still lingered.
But none of this chased away the chill in her bones.
Because Christian was gone.
Hugging the bedding to her bare chest, she sat up and shoved a hand through her disheveled hair, pushing the strands off her forehead and cheeks and sweeping the mass over one shoulder.
It wasn’t a huge deal that he’d slipped out while she slept, right? In the land of one-night stands, this was pretty much on-par with devastating dating folklore.
So it probably wasn’t even wrong that he’d spouted all sorts of fairy-tale lines about how he and Rory St. James were going to change her life. Make all her dreams come true. How they were going to hire her to host a travel/cooking/discovery/whatever show and she was going to be a superstar and would never, ever have to stress out about paying all the bills that flooded her mailbox, because Bayli had filled out credit and financial applications in her own name in an attempt to get her mother the best care possible above and beyond government programs and whatever Disability inadequately covered.
Bayli had never even appealed to her father for aid, because that would mean facing a man who had split as soon as he’d learned of her impending entrance into the world. A man who’d decided long before he’d even met his daughter that she wasn’t worth his time, love, or help.
Emotion roiled through her, but Bayli knew she couldn’t afford to give in to it. She’d been going it on her own for so damn long that she’d really been foolish to believe last night that Christian Davila had designed a relaunch of his failed cooking show based around her.
Yeah.
Right.
And there’s oceanfront property for sale in fucking Arizona.
She sighed and threw off the covers.
Bayli blamed herself for the sting of naïveté. She’d had a reasonable mental conversation with herself when Christian had offered her a ride and a drink at his apartment. That inner voice had told her sleeping with him was a bad idea because she was vying for a job at his restaurant.
And what had she done, despite laying down her own law?
