Page 91 of Tongue-Tied

“You were?”

“Uh-huh. Every time I saw you with someone else, I felt sick to my stomach.”

I look back at the coffee cart, putting it all together. “Is that why you left my line? Because of Brandon?”

He winces. “Yeah…I was jealous.”

“That’s hot.”

“That’s what our dates were all about, so I was conflicted. I wanted you to see how special you are, but I also wanted to keep you all to myself.”

Be still my beating heart. I rub at the ache in my chest.

“I was conflicted too because even though I was getting more experience on our dates, I…only wanted to be with you.”

Dex’s eyes soften. “Are you sure? You could have your pick of guys…”

“But they wouldn’t be you.”

His vulnerable gaze makes me pull him in again, this time planting one on his lips. Surreal doesn’t even cut it in that moment.

We pull away when we hear Chelsea clapping and cheering behind us.

I meet her eyes. “Do you mind if I…uh, put these in water?”

She winks and shoos us away.

Fortunately, our shift ends in fifteen minutes. I grip Dex’s hand and drag him toward the walkway.

“Where are we going?”

“Your place. Bigger…faucet.”

“You little rebel minx.”

I grin. “I like that.”

By the time we get to Poli House and put the poppies in water—and the pink roses, which isn’t lost on me—we’re already tearing at each other’s clothes. I didn’t know if I’d get this opportunity with Dex again, so I’m taking advantage of it. Thankfully, the house is empty.

Dex locks the bedroom door behind him. “Bigger faucet, huh?”

“Definitely a bigger faucet,” I reply as he presses me down to the mattress and takes my mouth. I tremble as he kisses across my jaw and down my throat. When he reaches my nipples and lashes his tongue against one, I groan, already oversensitive and eager.

“Look how hot my boyfriend is,” Dex says, and I feel a thrill quake through me at his words as Dex nips at the skin around my belly and hips.

“Damn, do I love hearing that.” His chin bumps against my stiff shaft, and I hiss as he buries his nose in the patch of hair at my crotch.

“I love saying it.”

“Do you?” I grow still, that vulnerability still present. “Guess I’m still worried you’re gonna run for the hills any minute now.”

“No way I’m running from you.” His eyes meet mine. “Sure, it’s scary, but it also feels right.”

“Yeah, it does.”

I shiver as he feathers his lips down my length to my balls. I dig my heels into the mattress, feeling like I’m only a hairbreadth away from shooting all over myself.

“Love your cock and balls,” he murmurs as he takes his time sucking each one into his mouth. “And how you smell, which you already know.”

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