Page 56 of Unspoken Rules

I can’t just suck his dick.

Again.

Can I?

Fuck it.

I tear the earbuds from my ears, snap my laptop closed, and get up. I am not going to waste this opportunity. Once in the hallway, I remember Chris is next door. I don’t know where Cole is. I glance over my shoulder at my phone that’s still on my bed.

I pick it up and text Cole back. My heart thundering the entire time.

Me: Where are you?

Cole: Patio

His quick response tells me he was staring at his phone. Waiting. He knows who he texted. Knows who he’s waiting for.

He really wants me to suck him off…

The excitement coursing through my veins? It’s what dreams are made of.

I drop my phone to the bed and move out of my room before I can change my mind.

This is crazy. I can’t believe I’m doing this.

Am I really doing this?

Fuck yes, I’m really doing this.

As I pass by his office door, a glance out his window tells me he’s exactly where he said. Lounging on a chair, sipping a beer.

I wipe my palms on my jeans and head outside through the side door. I step into the bright sunlight, my stomach fluttering. The second I turn the corner, his eyes are on me. His gaze heated, jaw set. He’s still pissed. I can see it in every inch of his body. The way he’s stiff and unmoving. I walk until I’m in front of him, then I stop and shove my hands in my pockets.

“You made it,” he says with no amount of emotion.

“I made it.”

“Wasn’t sure you’d come down.” He raises a brow, taking another swig.

“How much have you had to drink?” I question, parroting the one he asked me in the hotel.

He huffs out a laugh. “Not enough to cloud my judgment.”

“Is this some kind of test?” I question carefully.

“Do you want it to be? I can grade you, if you want.”

He reaches for the button of his jeans and flicks it open. I bite onto my bottom lip as I watch the motion. Cole undoes the zipper and brings his hand to rest on the arm of the chair. My chest is tight as I bring my gaze back up to meet his eyes. He’s smirking.

“You’ve thought about my cock in your mouth a lot since Astoria, haven’t you, Bryson?”

So he didn’t forget.

“Yes,” I croak out.

“Then what are you waiting for?” He finishes his beer, putting the can on the ground beside him.

I’ve never been so nervous to give a blow job in my entire life. Which is definitely because I’m sober. This was much easier when I was drunk.

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