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“Ugh! I tried! I went twenty-five back there!”

I smirk, “Was that before or after the little grandma from two doors down honked at us while she blazed past?”

“I’ll just park it here and—“

“No. You can do it.”

She anxiously sucks in her breath through her teeth. “What if I knock the side mirror off?”

“Then I’ll buy a new one. Just get us inside, please! End this suffering already.” I say but I’m smiling. She’s nervous about pulling my tiny sports car into a space for two cars. She’s…adorable. “Stop! Put it in park.” I say, realizing she was going to just keep inching us into the house wall. I was staring at her and not our surroundings, and if that’s not a metaphor for this whole arrangement I don’t know what is.

She squeals, “I did it! I drove!”

“Mmmm, I don’t think that qualifies as driving.” I tease, working to keep my voice dry, working to hide what she is doing to me.

“Oh, whatever. It was my first time, I think I’m a pretty fast learner.” She bobs her head at me while she unbuckles.

I lick my lips. “Let’s see about that.” Her eyes snap up to meet mine when she hears the change in my voice. “I’ll meet you in my room.”

CHAPTER 24

Mark

At my command, her smile fades into nervousness.

“Okay,” she says, sounding breathy and sexy as hell. She gets out and heads in, and I get out too. I shrug out of my coat and slip the contact lenses out of my eyes. I take off my tie, and for half a second, I consider taking off my shirt before coming to my senses.

I walk into my room already half-hard. And then to see her there sitting on my bed, just waiting for me. Fuck!

She’s in a simple, pretty sundress that is modest and sweet and I want it off immediately.

“Take off your dress.” She stands and lifts it over her head in one motion to reveal a lacy white bra and matching thong. My dick turns to stone just looking at her. This is going to be the fastest blow job of my life. Her hair spills over her shoulders and her eyes watch me, waiting. They’re full of color and warmth and all the feelings that shouldn’t be there.

I need to snuff them out. I point from her amazing chest to her panties and back again. “Did you plan this?” She shakes her head but looks away. “Thought we agreed no lying,sweetheart.”

“I,” she fumbles, “I always wear matching sets.”

“Why?” I demand, stepping into her space.

“J-Just in case.”

I throw the words at her, “In case what, Eleanna?”

She raises her chin and returns my angry glare. “In case someone might see them.”

I inhale through my nose. “Someone?Someone?”Her eyes light like little fires. I know she’s goading me. I know the lingerie is just for me, for these tiny moments that I throw her, like table scraps. I know it, and still I almost black out. “There will be no one other than me. Not while my rock is on your finger, wife. Now get down on your knees.”

She goes down slowly, keeping her eyes up. I love when she’s like this. Regal as fuck, hiding her nerves. Trying so hard not to blush. And failing.

I unzip my fly but keep my pants up, like always. I pull my painfully hard cock out through my boxers and pants, gripping hard. She watches, mouth already hanging open. I’m about to give my usual command in this situation, stay still, mouth open, throat loose and only touch me if you need a breath. But I pause.

Because for the first time, I want something else. I want her tentative little fingers wrapped around me. I want her to bob around on me, to lick and fumble and look up at my eyes for approval.

I reach out for her hand and guide it. Her perfectly manicured fingers are shaking and the sight of it sends a tremor of pleasure right through my dick.

“Grip hard…Harder.” She does. She does everything I tell her. She licks from base to tip, she swirls her pink tongue around the head. She sucks gingerly on the end. Then she gets eager all on her own and I almost blow when I feel the back of her throat. “Fuck, Ellie! Yes!” She hums and again I’m worried it’s already game over for me. “Now, keep doing that and suck too.”

I…

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