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Her sudden show of appreciation was unexpected, but it was the morning, and he’d woken up to Talia in his bed, so he was already semi-hard. When her tongue licked the vein traveling up the side of his shaft, his cock stood at full attention. “Fuck yes,” Walker panted, dropping his head to watch her work.

Talia’s hand stroked his base as she sucked him off, spreading her spit to help her hand glide up and down. Walker mussed up her hair, massaging her scalp but not pressing hard enough to force himself into her mouth. He wanted her to go at her own pace. Her tongue swirled over his tip, and her mouth sucked lightly before she leaned forward, looking up to meet his heavy-lidded gaze as she took him fully into her mouth.

“Talia,” Walker moaned when he hit the back of her throat. “That’s—fuck, that’s so good. You’re getting me there so fast, sweetheart.”

His eyes kept fluttering shut, but he forced them open to watch her. She continued sucking his tip while her hand worked him over faster. Each time she made blatant eye contact, he knew she was about to do it again. Each time she sucked him deep into her mouth, her tight lips sheathing and ruining every inch of him, he was that much closer to reckless abandon.

“You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth,” Walker crooned after the third time, fighting to stay upright. “Where do you want me?”

Talia ignored his question and continued sucking and stroking him.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned. Talia looked up at him one last time, eyes focused and determined. “Tell me where you—” His cock hit the back of her throat again. The sound that escaped him was inhuman, a low growl that ripped from his chest. He came forcefully, shuddering and pouring himself into her mouth. There was no other option when he was too deep inside to pull away. Talia swallowed, her tongue pulsing slightly over his sensitive head, and he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.

When she released him with a wet popping sound, Walker slumped to the floor opposite her and pulled his knees up into his chest like he did when he had panic attacks. Blowjobs from Talia’s hot mouth, he decided, were a much better way to lose all his faculties.

“You good?” Talia looked utterly pleased with herself, resting her back against the front door and watching in amusement as he steadied himself.

“You’re trying to kill me, I swear,” Walker wheezed, letting his head fall back into the newly repaired wall. “Come here.” He grabbed her hand and scooted over to make room as he pulled her in, wrapping his arm around her and kissing the top of her head. “You didn’t need to do that, but thank you.”

“I wanted to.” Talia smiled and burrowed her head into his chest, wiggling to get closer to him. Walker took the discarded bedsheet and draped it over the both of them when she shivered.

“I love you,” he whispered into her hair.

“I love you, too.”

“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that,” he pressed a kiss into her hairline. Go get in bed. I’ll go get us coffee and breakfast.”

Talia tilted her face up to him, her cheeks tinged with the pink of exertion, plump lips pulled into an adorable smile that gave her that little crinkle in her nose he loved so much. Love practically poured out of her coffee-colored eyes as she stared back at him. It was so obvious that he wondered how stupidly in his own head he had to have been to have never noticed it. He dipped forward and kissed her again. Their mouths were lazy, movements that came naturally. Neither one of them guided the other. Walker just let his lips fall where they may, calm and sure. When Talia didn’t make a move to go back to bed, he slowly pulled away and hoisted himself into a crouched position. He reached forward, sliding his arms under her legs and behind her back to lift her off the ground. Talia squeaked at the contact but wrapped her arms around his neck when he stood to his full height. He hugged her against his chest, cradling her body as he walked back to the bedroom.

Chapter 40

Talia

Talia jogged, borderline skipping her way down the aisle and over to Walker with a small blue box in tow.

“You stocked the Eggo ones!” Walker beamed, taking the Pop-Tarts from her outstretched hand and tossing them into the cart.

“They’re your favorite.” Talia smiled.

“God, I love you.” Walker ducked his head to press a soft kiss onto her lips. “I hate grocery shopping without you.” Talia huffed out a laugh. “Seriously, it’s boring. How do people not just constantly eat takeout?”

“I think some people do. I don’t like to encourage that kind of behavior because I literally own this store, but can I tell you something?”

“Always.”

Talia held a stiff hand up to one side of her mouth and leaned forward to spill her secret. “I also hate grocery shopping.”

Walker chuckled and pulled her back into his chest. “That feels a little sacrilegious, Ponytail.”

“Mmm, but, see, I really hated it in New York. Here, I kind of like it.” Talia pulled her head back to look up at him.

“Is that because New York has really shitty grocery stores, or is it because a certain someone frequently likes to bug the owner of this fine establishment?” Walker asked with a distinct overtone of flirtation in his voice.

“New York had phenomenal grocery stores,” Talia informed him, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him again. He set his hand on her neck, fingers curling along her throat with a soft touch as he deepened the kiss. There was not a single time in her life she’d ever been happier. Well, maybe the night before, but all those orgasms aside, she was content to be lost in Walker’s touch in the middle of the cereal aisle forever.

Someone cleared their throat loudly behind them, and Talia flung herself away from Walker. She had no idea why she was so jumpy, considering she wasn’t a sixteen-year-old hiding from her parents. It was probably the residual mortification of getting caught a few months prior. Carter walking in on her and Walker in a compromised position was forever going to be one of those things burned into her brain that she replayed endlessly just to torture herself. With her luck, she would get to her deathbed and her brain would still be whispering, “Hey, remember that time you were dry-humping on a bed and Carter walked in? That was a fun time.”

Amala stood with her hands on her hips, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Please tell me this means we can go on double dates.”

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