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“Sweet baby Jesus.” He groans long and low while I soothe the bite with my tongue and tug at the zipper that’s bulging over his erection. The tines click, click, click all the way down. The button gives.

I shift down the lounger until I’m straddling his knees. It’s been weeks of almost one-way orgasms. It’s time I fix that. Bowing over him, I roll the waist of his boxers over and press my lips to the smooth surface there.

Another edge roll. Another lie of my lips on his skin.

His breath quickens. He palms the back of my head. Not pushy, just there. Connected. While his gaze follows my every move from under heavy lids. They turn darker the closer I get to my prize.

When he springs free, I lick my lips. His cock is beautiful. Thick and proud and more than a mouthful. I run my hand up and down his shaft a couple of times. Run my thumb over the sweet drip of precum that weeps from the crown.

He watches me intently, his chest rising and falling hard.

I put my thumb to my mouth and savor that explosive little drop.

“You’re such a sweet contradiction, baby. So shy and quiet. But not with me. Not when it comes to what you want physically.”

“You,” I say with his cock in front of my face. “Plain. Simple. Just you.”

That’s really the only thing I’ve wanted since the first time I saw him. And now that we’re together I’ll do anything to keep it that way.

I open my mouth and stick out my tongue as I slowly engulf him with my lips.

He hisses from the painful pleasure as I bob up and down on him a few times. Letting him get used to the wet heat that he’s fucking before feeding him into my throat.

“Oh shit. Oh fuck.” He bows as his hips force their way toward my mouth. His hand tightens in my hair. Starts to guide me. “You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you? And you’re mine?”

I let him out of my mouth to say, “Yours. Only yours.”

“Go…od.” He pushes so deep inside my mouth I gag.

I love it. My fingernails leave halfmoons in his thighs as I work him in and out, in and out.

“I’m going to come,” he warns me.

It only makes me go harder.

He swells even more, and then he groans. His hot, salty taste coats my throat and I swallow it down like I can’t get enough.

“You’re…” He shakes his head as he cups my face. His blue eyes soften as the tension leaves his body. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

“I hope not,” I whisper, even as fear that he will rears up inside me. I tamp it down before it becomes obvious. My stomach grumbles like it’s providing me with an alibi.

The corners of his eyes crinkle. “We should order dinner.”

“I’m famished,” I admit. It’s been such a long day. “I was too nervous to eat all day and I tossed my cookies, so to speak, in the bathroom before Celeste pushed me onto the stage at the bridal expo. Seriously, never ever again.”

“You’ve come so far,” he says. “You shouldn’t knock how much you accomplished today.”

“I…” Shrug. “I know that. But it’s not me. Being in front of people like that. If I had to do it without Uma I’d straight up die on the spot.”

He sits up under me, tangles his fingers in my hair and steals the air from my lips. His sky blues stare into me. “You would be incredible. You are…so much more than you think you are.”

“Thank you.” My cheeks pink and my gaze drifts to the carpet. I don’t feel deserving of his praise. If he only knew…when he finds out…

“Compliments, huh? Too much, too fast?”

“Something like that.” I pry myself from his lap and his grip.

“Okay, well, I guess you’ll get used to them in time.” He tucks himself back into his pants and works the zipper up before he puts his feet on the floor. “Dinner? I have five bazillion takeout menus. Or I have a few groceries. I can probably whip up something.”

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