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Her fingers tangled in his hair, and he closed his eyes. “It’s not your fault. Everything is a mess. Perhaps we’re trying to focus on too many things at once.”

He lifted his head and captured her hand. “What do you mean?”

“I love you, but maybe we should hold off on things like incorporating me into your finances or getting married. You have a lot on your plate.”

He scowled but pressed a kiss to her palm. “Hopefully, I won’t have a lot on my plate for too much longer. Let’s get you upstairs. You need to rest.”

“I was resting until someone snuck into my bedroom.”

He pulled her into a standing position and smacked her on the ass. “And why were you in that room and not our bed?”

Rylee laid her head on his shoulder and rocked it back and forth. “I don’t know. I had so much on my mind, and I could smell you in there, so I tried my old room. But I could smell you in there too. You’re hard to not think about, Foster.”

He slipped a hand in her hair and tugged. “I aim to make sure you’re never not thinking about me, Ace.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and stepped away, holding out his hand. “Come on. Let’s take a shower, and I’m sure you want to brush your teeth.”

In the bathroom upstairs, he stripped them both out of their clothes and turned the water on in the shower while Rylee brushed her teeth at the sink. She stepped into the hot spray when she was done, and he leaned against the spacious shower wall to watch her. Her eyes drifted shut, and she raked her fingers through her hair as it became soaked in the water. Then, she took him by surprise by moving out of the spray and dropping to her knees in front of him. She reached for his cock and squeezed at the base.

He put his hand over hers and tilted her chin up with the other one. “You’re sick, Ace. You don’t have to do this.”

Rylee grinned. “I’m sick and I think I need a shot, doc.” When he stared at her with concern, she leaned in and kissed the head of his dick.

“I’m fine, Sir. Let me have you. I want to.”

He gave a terse nod and let go of her hand. When her lips wrapped around him, he was instantly hard, and he jerked in her mouth. Her movements were slow as she eased down his length and back up to the tip, as if testing her gag reflex.

Memphis let his head fall back against the shower wall. A groan bubbled free when his cock touched the back of her throat, and he placed a hand on the back of her head.

After several slow languid trips up and down him, her lips left him with a little pop, and she bit her lip as she looked up at him.

“What is it, Ace?” he asked, cupping her jaw.

“Will you...” she paused and tried to look away, but he guided her head back, so she faced him.

“Spit it out, sub,” he said, suspecting what she wanted.

She pulled her bottom lip farther between her teeth and said, “I want you to fuck my mouth.”

Chapter 12

RyleelookedupatMemphis and waited for his response to her request. She’d been feeling off and out of sorts all day, but as soon as Memphis climbed into bed with her, peace had blanketed her. Now she wanted to reaffirm their dynamic and wipe away any doubts about her decision to dive in feet first with him.

“You sure you’re OK with that? I was enjoying what you were doing.”

Of course, he’d just watched her puke in a kitchen trash can. He might be hesitant to slam his dick into her mouth. The thought made her giggle, and he quirked an eyebrow up.

“I didn’t think I said anything funny.”

She shook her head. “You didn’t, and I’m sure. Please, Sir. If you don’t want to do that, then take me to bed and fuck me there. I just want to be yours for a little while.”

His thumb caressed her jaw, and she nuzzled her cheek into his palm.

“Open your mouth,” he said darkly.

She parted her lips and watched as he fisted his cock. When it touched her mouth, she stretched her lips around it and waited for him to slide deeper.

But he held her hair with one hand and kept his cock hovering with just the tip sitting on her tongue.

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