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Killian runs a hand down his face, tension thick in his shoulders. My eyes trail down and find his tension isn’t the only thing thickening. Catching me looking, a low rumble sounds in his chest. I lick my lips and meet his gaze, a fire to match my own desire burning in his jade eyes. “Fuck.” He mutters, wrapping me back in his arms, my face crushed to his chest. “I want you so fucking badly, baby girl. But we can’t.”
I sigh, knowing he was going to say that. Pulling back so I can peer into his eyes, a grin spreads across my face. “Well, I have some good news.”
He quirks an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything.
Taking a deep breath, I force myself to hold his gaze as I say, “Mark your calendar. This pussy will be protected in two weeks time.”
T-minus thirty minutes.
I was just given the all clear by Dr. Lareu and I’ve never been so excited to leave a doctor’s office, and that’s saying a lot.
I dash to my car and clamber inside, body humming with nerves. These past two weeks have been excruciating, like a real life sex advent calendar. Killian and I have enjoyed each other's company in every way but penis in vagina.
Throwing my bag into the passenger seat, I grab my phone and see several messages. I quickly tap on the first notification, reading through each text.
Killian
Hurry home, baby girl. I’m waiting.
My breath catches as I open the attached image and my phone screen fills with dick.
Holy fuck. I’m finally going to get a taste of that again.
The photo shows Killian leaning back in his desk chair, pants unzipped and boxers shoved down just enough to allow his cock to be free. Gripped in his large hand, the thick, veiny shaft looks extra intimidating. My mind flashes back to our first night together and I feel flush, clenching my thighs.
Closing the message, I pop over to the next one.
Fallon
Heyyy, so wanna hang out?
I’m free this weekend if you want?
Or whenever!
I smile. We’ve gotten together a few times since the bookstore. Each time we do, I get an earful of whatever her latest read is. Which has definitely not helped matters. I still can’t believe how filthy she is for how sweet and shy she seems.
She’s the epitome of “don’t judge a book by its cover.” Much like her books of choice.
Chuckling to myself, I open the last text, a pang of guilt stabbing me.
Tyler
Yo Ava. What up?
It’s not intentional, okay notentirelyintentional, that my friend and I haven’t spent much time together since I moved into Killian’s condo. It’s just hard to get together when I can’t invite him over.
And when all your free time is consumed by a delectable silver fox devouring you like you’re his last meal.
I shoot out reply messages to all three before throwing my car into reverse.
Go time.
Chapter 20
Killian
Avamarie
