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Maybe I’m just not cut out for dating in 2024.

I sighed in defeat, hoping that perhaps we could put this bullshit behind us, and maybe I could just tell him not to worry about the wedding.

I’d come up with some line or excuse for Aaron, and we could both just forget this whole thing ever happened.

I opened the passenger door to my blue sedan before he could do so himself.

I am, if anything, a gentleman, plus I did feel bad about hitting him in the balls earlier.

Eric’s blue eyes sparkled in the parking lot light, surprised by the gesture.

“Thanks,” he said, visibly swallowing.

“It’s the least I can do,” I said, waiting for him to take a seat before closing the door.

“Right,” he said.

Within seconds, I was in the driver’s seat, turning the car on without thinking.

The audiobook I’d had queued up prior to arrival blared through the speakers, which wouldn’t have been a bad thing if it wasn’t a damnsex scene.

Oh my God!

I tried to turn the app off on my phone, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Shit!” I said as I fumbled for the right button to turn it off through the car speakers.

I took him into the back of my throat in one fell swoop until I couldn’t breathe, his deep groan only making my own cock throb even more as he grabbed me by the back of my hair... “You take this cock so good, baby... just like Daddy likes it.”

“I’m so sorry about this,” I said, as I bashed my fingers against the display, trying to stop the most embarrassing moment of my life.

Yeah, there’s no way this guy would go anywhere with me now.

Probably thinks I’m an absolute perv.

Fuck. My. Life.

Eric smirked devilishly as I finally managed to get the damn button to work and stop the dirty words from tumbling through my speakers. I looked at him, legs crossed with his velve jacket in his lap, his head in his hands, thumb pressed to his mouth. He looked... amused.

“You seem to be doing a lot of apologizing tonight, Riley,” he said, his voice dark and gravelly. “Your grievances are stacking up.”

I couldn’t help but turn scarlet at his tone, his words. “I know, I just...”

“Didn’t think you were the audio porn type,” he said with a raised eyebrow as I tapped my maps on the display.

“I’m not, it’s not... it’s not porn, it’s literature,” I defended.

Eric laughed. “Funny, historians say the same thing about the Marquis De Sade,” Eric shrugged.

“Your address,” I said bluntly, trying to steer the conversation away from where it was headed. Eric looked piqued, his grindeliciously provocative and his gaze intrigued. But I wasn’t about to let a poignantly voiced sex scene carry us all the way home.

For starters, as I sat with my foot poised above the gas, I was acutely aware of all the blood rushing to my swollen cock, and the sight of Eric in my car, looking like sex on a stick combined with the lusty tones of my latest M/M smutty read, would be enough to crucify me forever.

I’d never live this night down in my own mind if I came in my pants like a damn teenager.

I was thirty-eight years old, for God’s sake. Surely I could keep my dick in line for what, thirty minutes?

Eric shifted in his seat, his eyes dark with mischief. “You didn’t say please,” he touted.

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