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“This is the part of the conversation where you share what you’re thinking,” I prompt, eyebrows raised.
“Just work stuff.” He takes a drink. Shutting down again. Pushing me away.
I want to push him on it, but decide on a different tact. “This morning when I sucked your dick, that’s the first time I ever swallowed.”
He chokes on his drink, looking around to see if anyone heard. “I’m sorry, what now?”
“Your cum. It was the first time I ever swallowed cum.”
“That’s good to know.” He clears his throat. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Actually, I didn’t mind,” I admit. “It wasn’t my favorite thing in the world, but the way you looked at me was totally worth it. I could get used to it.”
“You could get used to me coming in your mouth,” he says quietly.
I inwardly beam at the look in his eye. “Definitely. You’re pretty big though, so I’ll have to work a little harder to get you down my throat. Right now, I can barely fit your tip in my mouth.”
“Fuck,” he whispers.
“It’s okay though. I’m totally game to work on it.”
He licks his lips. “I’m happy to help you practice.”
“Perfect. Next time though, I want you to reach between my legs and touch me. I really like it when I moan with you in my mouth. I think I might even be able to come again if you rub me just right. I was so fucking wet this morning.”
“I can do that,” he growls. “But I’m not sure what you’re trying to do to me right now.”
“What?” I ask innocently. “I’m not doing anything, just talking about sucking your cock like I did this morning. You liked that, right? You sure seemed like you did. Kept grabbing my tits and moaning.”
“Fiona,” he says, jaw working. “Now you’re being cruel.”
“Cruel? I think cruel would be licking you root to tip, swirling my tongue around, pressing my tits together, but not letting you finish on my tongue. Nowthatwould be cruel. But we both know I never would.”
“Fiona,” he says sharply, breathing fast.
I sit back, swirling my drink, watching him squirm. “Yes, husband?”
“If you keep teasing me like this, I’m going to drag you from this bar, take you back to the apartment, and—” He stops himself, biting his tongue. Literally, I think he’s actually biting it.
“Yes?” I ask, tilting my head, sitting up straight so my tits are pressed toward him. His eyes drift to my chest back to my mouth. “Go on, what are you going to do if I keep talking about sucking you off?”
“Fiona.” He squeezes his eyes closed. “Fuck. I need to tell you something.”
“What?” I ask, deflating slightly. His tone is pained. Worry spreads in my stomach. Did I go too far? Did I push him away—again? I just want to be playful. I want him to know what he’s missing.
“I told you last night that I think you earned your payment already,” he says, staring at me like he wants to smash his glass on the floor and fuck me raw right here on the table.
It feelsverygood to be looked at like that.
“I recall you saying something like that,” I say with a shrug.
“I didn’t say it lightly. I paid off the balance of your loan this morning.”
I sit back, stunned.
This can’t be real. He’s got to be joking, just messing with me for screwing with him. “You don’t know my login info,” I say quietly.
He smirks. “Your username is your email address, and your password is Fiona123.”
