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When Jameson’s jaw clenches, I press my hand on the side of his neck and run my thumb over the hard line that he’s holding so tight. “He’s one of my best friends, kid. But he’s just my friend. He’s not the one here making me dinner every night and then taking me to bed. He’s not the man who kept showing up for me so much that I accidentally started dating him.”
“No, he’s fucking not.”
“Don’t be jealous, kid. There’s nothing to be jealous of. Gunnar was never interested in me.”
“Lucky for me, he was too fucking stupid to see what was right in front of him. I didn’t make that mistake.” Jameson presses his hand to my face and rubs the callused pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. “You know, you forgot something, Lemon.”
“Oh, really? What did I forget?”
“You forgot to give me my prize.”
“Your prize for what, exactly?”
“Well, I’d say that I generally deserve a prize for fucking you so good. But specifically, I’m thinking about last night.”
“And?”
“You came first, Lemon.”
I narrow my eyes at him, but I can’t fight the smile pulling across my lips. This man always has me smiling or wanting to kill him. Or wanting to fuck him. But that’s really all the time.
“So, what did I win?” he asks me, gazing intently at my face.
“You won the orgasm I gave you. And letting you come inside me without a condom and make a total mess of me. You’re welcome, kid.”
“I’m always grateful to you for making me come. And I really enjoyed making a mess of your pretty pussy. But I think I earned something else since I held out longer and you let that desperate little pussy come all over my dick.”
“There was no discussion of prizes. Terms have to be agreed upon before the challenge. Not after. Sorry, kid. I guess you’re out of luck.”
“You really going to go back on a bet, Lemon?”
“Tell me what you want, and I’ll let you know.”
Jameson leans back against the couch, yawns, and then reaches his arms over his head in an exaggerated stretch.
His t-shirt rides up until I can see the hard lines of muscle near his hips. Unable to resist, I reach out and drag my fingers over them, letting both the pads of my fingers and my nails rake across his skin.
I haven’t given him a blowjob since that day in my kitchen when he stormed out and everything went to shit. At first, I think he felt guilty, so he avoided it anytime I tried. And then after a while, I stopped trying. But we’re officially together now. This isn’t just sex. This is a relationship. And I don’t want it to be one-sided. As much as I love it when Jameson goes down on me, I want him to feel that, too. I trust him. I want to do this for him. For us.
Pressing on his legs, I stand up off the couch and then drop to my knees in front of him.
“You’re such a good fucking girl, Lemon. You’re my good fucking girl.”
Holding his gaze, I drag my hands slowly over his jeans. The muscles in his thighs clench and fire at my touch, like my fingertips are leaving a trail of fireworks in their wake.
This man is about to see fireworks.
I rub both hands over the bulge in his jeans. He’s so hard for me. I love how he wants me. He always wants me touching him. And not just during sex. I can’t get enough of it. I can’t get enough of him. And maybe I don’t have to worry about not having him anymore? Because this is real now. We’re really together.
I want to make this so good for him. He said the time in the kitchen was the best blowjob he’s ever had.
“If this time’s even better for you than the time in the kitchen, are you going to be weird about it?”
He reaches out and presses his hand against my cheek. “We’re way past that, babe. Nothing that happened before our first night together matters. That goes for both of us. All that matters is you and me here together. Not sure you can make it any better than the last time, though.”
“Want to bet?” I ask him, licking my lips.
“Fuck, Lemon. I want your mouth on me. Do your worst to me, babe.”
