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Mostly because…
Yeah, Joel knewexactlyhow to fuck me.
With that plug and with his cock and with his fingers and teeth and tongue and lips and—
Well, he’d been inspired in a way that was…damn.
In a way that meant I was really,reallyglad I’d taken today off.
Especially because I’d been tempted to work every minute of today.
Tonight…was dinner with my parents.
The date my dad had picked. It had seemed so far off when I’d offered it up, but now that it was here, I was nearly desperate to find some excuse to delay.
I could.
I knew I could create a work crisis—especially with the Winter Festival coming up—and my dad wouldn’t blink at me putting them off.
Hell, he’d probably be glad to have his evening freed up, to have some bonus time to check some shit off his to do list.
But…Joel wouldn’t let that slide.
He had tonight off, and he’d blocked the time for me and my parents and—
He wouldn’t let me use work as an excuse.
That excuse didn’t fly anymore.
And yup, that was me making a pouty face.
Mostly because he’d see right through any delay tactics, same as he’d seen through all of my shields and knew exactly how worried I was about my parents and this meeting. Hence, the orgasm distraction he’d given me, and the gentle way he’d held me, and—
Blegh.
I’d been full-on Band-aid a month ago. Ready to tear it off and deal with whatever blood or pus or platelets came rushing out.
Definitely not the analogy I wanted just before noon after my man had kept me up half the night, fucking me into glorious oblivion.
But…my mind was my mind.
I knew it would be okay.
Joel would be there, drowning out my father’s frustrations, my mother’s distance (preferably with orgasms). But my parents weren’t his family, and Iknewdinner wouldn’t be nearly as nice as it had been with Joel’s folks, and—
Warm arms tightening around me. “I can hear the spiraling from here, baby.”
He was half sleepy—and half sleepy was far too awake for me and my shields—and all hard. The latter I could use to my advantage…and for my pleasure. Distraction. More orgasms.
Yup.
Scratchthatonto my to do list.
But before I could climb him like a tree, Joel rolled me to my back and leaned down, pressed his forehead to mine, expression as gentle as his voice. “It’ll be okay, sweetheart.”
I snaked my palm down, wrapped my fingers around his cock, still stuck on distraction.
And proving this man got me, Joel snagged my hand, tugged it free, and lifted it to his mouth, kissing my palm.
