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I stop when our toes are touching and close my eyes. I take a huge sniff of him. God, that scent. It's so tempting. I open my eyes and look up at him.
"So, you don't want me to fall to my knees and suck your cock?"
He stills. His sole focus is me now. His heated gaze slips to my mouth as his nostrils flare.
"Well…only if you insist."
Excitement gathers in me as I drop to my knees. Thankfully, we're standing on one of the throw rugs, or I probably would have killed my knees. I unbutton and unzip his jeans, pulling his cock out. After giving it a few pumps, I slide my tongue along the thick vein, up the top, circling the crown and tasting the salty sweetness of his precome. Then, I take him in completely, sucking and licking him.
He spears his fingers through my hair, his hands molding to the back of my head as I push him closer to the edge.
Soon, he's yanking me up off the floor. We tangle our fingers trying to get my jeans off me, and soon I'm off the floor as he lifts me once again to settle me on the table, letting my legs dangle off the side.
He dips his fingers inside of me and hums.
"So, fucking wet. Is this just for me?"
My entire body is vibrating with need. "Always."
His gaze locks on mine as he adds a second finger, pressing his thumb against my clit. Dammit, I am so close, and he's barely touched me.
Soon, Jon replaces his fingers with the broad head of his cock. I moan as he thrusts into me with one hard, swift move. Every little nerve ending in my body is shimmering.
It doesn't take long before I'm coming, screaming his name. He follows me soon after, my name on his lips as he empties himself into me.
Jon collapses on me, and I wrap my arms around him. We stay like that for a few minutes before he's levering himself up to look down at me.
"I don't think I'll ever be able to see this table without thinking about this."
I smile, then wince as he pulls out of me then lifts me once again off the table. Instead of putting me down, he walks out of the kitchen.
"Where are we going?"
"Upstairs. I think we need a nap, then I want to make love to you again."
As he carries me up the stairs, I try to ignore the warmth spreading over me, through me. I want to panic. I feel it there on the edges of my sanity, the need to pick this apart and figure out what it means. And then I realize there isn't much I can do about it. Jon snuck under my defenses, and my heart turns over at this simple gesture.
I realize I might be in a lot of trouble.
ChapterThirty-Two
Jon
Dinner at my grandmother’s is…okay. Usually, I’m so irritated about being there, but for some reason, I’m not. Maybe because Avery and I’ve been in bed fucking each other’s brains out all day.
“So, Jon, your mother says you’re working on a new social media idea.” Ted draws my attention away from Avery.
“Yes. I wanted to make something that was just for people under the age of eighteen. Something safer. But we still have issues.”
“What issues? That sounds like a fantastic idea.”
“It could become a hunting ground for monsters.”
I look at Avery and smile. Of course, she would understand me right away. I don’t think another person would, other than my mother.
“What would you do to figure it out?” Nancy asks.
I look at Nancy. “Not sure. We are working with the FBI to come up with solutions.”
