Page 17 of The Stranger

The skin around it is swollen and red, but the discomfort is so worth it.

“Ty?”

“Do you like it, little fairy?”

“I do. Was I a good girl?”

The question throws him, and the way his eyes darken just like that makes my core clench. Tyler takes off his gloves and throws them in the trash, and when he faces me again, I spread my legs for him.

“How can I pay you, Ty?”

He knows what I’m really asking, and the smirk on his face is answer enough. He doesn’t break eye contact as he unzips hispants and takes out his cock, jutting against his stomach. My mouth waters at the sight. It’s thick, long, and veiny.

I don’t need any encouragement as I slide from the reclining chair to sit on the stool, my face level with his cock. Wrapping my small hand around his thick girth makes me pulse with excitement.

It’s my time to please him, and I won’t stop until he’s coming all over me.

I swirl my tongue around the head and hear him hiss. When I wrap my lips around him and slide my mouth along his length, his fingers grip my hair, guiding my head.

Tears sting the backs of my eyes, and drool slips out of my mouth, but I don’t stop. I take as much of him as I can while I hold his balls in my other hand and grip them gently.

Tyler grunts as he moves his hips forward until his cock hits the back of my throat.

“Maura…”

That’s the only warning I get as he cups my head and pushes deeper. I grab his ass so he doesn’t pull out, and he swells inside my mouth before filling it with hot spurts.

Like the good girl I am, I swallow every drop and look up at him. His eyes are glassy and half-closed, but he drops to his knees and kisses me like I don’t have his come on my tongue.

We freeze when we hear a loud knock on the door.

“Yo!” Erika opens the door a crack but doesn’t come inside. Good, because Tyler still has his pants down. “You might wannalower the moaning because you have two clients outside who probably think you’re murdering a cat.”

She closes the door before either of us can form a response.

Tyler and I look at each other, his eyes shining. “I love you, Maura Beck.”

I kiss his lips softly. “I love you too, Tyler Reid.”

EPILOGUE

TYLER

“You know, when we were in high school, everyone called Maura the Ice Queen? She was just so aloof, you know, and cold and arrogant. I mean, everyone knew she was on a whole ‘nother level of rich, but you know, she didn’t have to shove it into our faces?” This blonde girl named Elena can’t seem to say anything without saying ‘you know’ multiple times. Her sentences always end with a slightly rising pitch, which confuses the hell out of me whether she’s saying a statement or asking a question.

I’m trapped between her and a brunette whose name I can’t remember. Kathy? Katherine? Karen?

We’re at a wedding reception for one of their friends, and Maura’s in the bathroom. I was waiting for her outside, minding my own business, when these two crowded me and started talking a hundred miles a minute.

I tune them out, only nodding once in a while, but I perk up the moment they start talking about my woman.

“What do you and Maura even talk about when you’re alone? I bet it’s nothing but buildings and architecture and numbers.” Elena laughs and sips on her cocktail.

Kathy or Karen pipes up. “Martin once told his friends they spent the entire dinner with her just staring at him. I mean, is that even normal?” She rakes her eyes from my shoes to my hair. “You can tell us, and we’ll keep it a secret. How do your conversations go? Does she say anything when it’s just you and her? What comes out of her mouth? She must be a total bore, just like she is on our monthly lunches.”

I make a show of putting down my glass on the nearest table and shoving my hands into my pockets. These girls have gotten on my last nerve, and my patience has snapped when they choose to speak maliciously about Maura. The love of my life. The reason for my happiness.

“Nothing,” I say.

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