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“I think so.”
“Then experiment. Try giving him a blow job. See what he does. Maybe he doesn’t want to ask. Maybe he’s that one in one billion guy who doesn’t like BJs.”
“The thought of it seems so weird.”
Jess sighed dramatically. “Leave your comfort zone, will you! And if it helps, make sure he’s nice and clean, after a shower or something. Start with a hand job, and let yourself see what happens. You’d be surprised what it could lead to.”
“And if I’m terrible at it?”
“I can guarantee that even the worst BJ will get him as hard as a rock.”
That wasn’t really comforting. “And then what?”
Jess blinked a few times. “What do you mean? After he comes?”
I was withering in my chair from this conversation. “Yes,” I muttered.
“Two options. Swallow it or don’t. Guys love it when you do.”
I was going to die right here.
Jess made herself scarce that night after giving me an exaggerated wink, which just added more pressure. I was a wreck when Devin returned from his autograph session. He took a long, hot shower while I made dinner, and all I could think about was blow jobs and Jess telling me to make sure he was clean. Would she be in my ear the entire time, coaching me? The thought frightened me.
“I love your cooking,” he said as he wolfed down the pasta al forno I’d made.
God, he looked irresistible. His hair was still wet, standing up in places and curling in others. There was some sauce at the corner of his mouth, and I thought to tell him it was there, but didn’t. It added to the charm.
He briefly met my gaze. “What?”
“Just looking at your handsome face.”
He snorted. “Ah shucks, do you think so?”
“Yes, and you know it.”
He helped with the dishes, and still, all I could think about was sex, blow jobs, and what I could do to spice things up. Afterward, he asked me to massage his neck. He’d strained it while signing autographs.
“You should have shifted positions,” I said, straddling his back. He was lying on the floor while I worked the knotted muscles. He groaned every time I hit the tenderest spots. “Aren’t you lucky to have me as your girlfriend?”
“I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
“Turn over,” I said, getting off him. He did so obediently, and I straddled him once again. I looked at the tattoo on his chest. Jean had done an unbelievable job.
“This is a very vulnerable position you have me in,” he said, grinning.
“I’m more interested in your neck right now.” Even while I said it, I thought of stripping him from his jeans and seeing where that led.
Devin closed his eyes while I isolated his knotted neck muscle. He looked peaceful and contented.
“I love you,” I said, leaning forward to kiss his neck and shoulders.
“Is this part of the massage?”
“Is it not up to your standards?”
“I’m not complaining!”
“Good,” I said, running my hands down his chest, then shimmying down until they reached the belt of his jeans.
