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“Listen to me,” I say softly, my voice firm yet filled with affection for the woman in front of me. “If it gets to be too much, I need you to snap your fingers, and I’ll stop.”

She snaps her fingers loudly and my brow furrows.

Before I can say anything she rolls her eyes. “Just showing you I can doit . . . isn’t that what you were going to ask for?”

We’ve gone over several safe-word communication techniques and each time we try something new, I always have her verbalize the term before we begin. The fact that she’s enthusiastically offering before I have to ask makes me proud as hell. It shows just how far we’ve come in terms of her confidence with sex.

I reach down, gently cupping her face in my hands.

“God, you’re perfect,” I praise, stroking my thumb over her bottom lip. “Now open these pretty lips of yours and show me just how perfect you sound when you’re choking on my cock.”

Claire beams, her gaze eagerly dropping to the noticeable erection directly in front of her face.

I step back, slowly undoing the drawstring of my scrubs. At this point, she’s seen me naked enough times to know exactly what she’s getting into, but the way her crystal blue eyes still widen when they land on my hard cock never gets old. It’s like she’s trying to remember how she took it in the past while mustering up the courage to do it again.

Pulling my briefs and pants down my thighs, I step forward and position myself directly in front of her waiting lips. They’re open and expectant, like she’s ready for whatever I’m going to throw at her. The way her hands are tied behind her back pushes her chest out, and I wish like hell that she was naked in this position—completely submissive and at my mercy.

Unfortunately, that fantasy will have to happen another day because I’m running out of time.

Reaching down, I slide my fingers through her hair and tighten my grip, knowing that if she’s going to stay balanced in this position, I’ll have to hold her steady. Giving myself a few slow strokes from base to tip, I ease myself into her hot mouth.

She lets out a hum as her lips widen, allowing me to slide my length along her tongue. I pause a few inches in, momentarily letting her adjust to my size before pushing forward again. Her hips shuffle beneath her, like she’s trying to alleviate tension between her legs.

“Does sucking my cock make you wet?” I ask, knowing she can’t answer me with her mouth full. “You like being used? Letting me fuck your face? Does that greedy little pussy want to come?”

A garbled moan surrounds my dick as she tries to respond. The vibrations of her acknowledgment ignite something within me. I tighten my grip on her hair, briefly pulling myself out of her mouth before I thrust forward again.

This time, her reddened lips close around my cock and she hollows out her cheeks, sucking as much as she can. Her eyes remain glued on mine, and there’s a flicker of a dare there, challenging me to take things further.

There’s no way in hell I’m going to last long, so I might as well just go for it.I try to steady my breathing in case I need to hear her snap as I begin to fuck her face, taking what I need from her. Each time I advance, she opens her throat a little more and breathes steadily through her nose, swallowing me down like a fucking pro.

Claire whimpers as the tip of my cock bottoms out in her throat, but my perfect girl doesn’t gag. Instead, a single tear runs down her flushed cheek as she closes her eyes in pure submission.

Pride swells through me, but for some reason, I feel the urge to taunt her. “Not going to choke on my cock?”

Her lips curl upwards as best as they can and I respond by rocking my hips forward, shoving myself as deep as I can down her throat. She lets out the hottest little moan I’ve heard in my life and I lose all control, increasing the pace of my thrusts.

“That’s my girl,” I grit, feeling my balls start to draw up close to me. “God, you’re sexy. Keep fucking making noises like that, and I’ll have to come on that delicious tongue of yours instead of down your throat.”

She purposely repeats the sound and I’m done. I pull all of the way out of her mouth, relishing in her surprised expression as I grip her cheeks hard.

“Open up,” I grunt, clenching my shaft to hold off my release. “You’re going to taste every fucking drop.”

Her swollen lips part as she complies with my instructions, her chest heaving with anticipation.

I’m barely able to make it back to her mouth as my orgasm rips through my body, painting her tongue with my release. And I know one thing without a doubt—having Claire on her knees in my on call room is the best Christmas gift I could ever receive.

Chapter 39

Claire

By the time I make it home on the evening of Christmas, I’m exhausted. A day that started out so poorly was quickly turned around thanks to the family and friends in my life who knew exactly what I needed. Even though the holiday looked different this year, we started new traditions and made lots of memories. I feel more at home here than ever before, surrounded by people who lift me up despite the grief that constantly threatens to bring me down.

After we left the hospital, Cassidy, Caroline, and I visited Cassidy’s brother’s grave. Surprisingly, it was her first time visiting since his death two years ago, and it made me happy to know that we could be there for her in the same way she has been for us. Cass doesn’t talk about him much, but I know that he was her very best friend, and I can imagine that she misses him every day, in the same way that I miss my mom.

The thing is, you would never know that she carries that baggage around with her if you saw her on the outside. It’s the same way that you wouldn’t know that Beau struggles with his chronic illness. Invisible demons are still just as terrorizing as the visible ones, and we all handle the battle differently and at our own pace.

After almost four months, I’m finally starting to feel like myself, and that’s okay. But, even if I was still hurting and grieving, that would be okay too. There’s no timeline for grief—no right answer, or formula to normalcy. And just because you take several steps forward, doesn’t mean you won’t also take a few back.

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