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At least it is until I drag my tongue up the length of his cock, root to tip. That’s when Gavin lets out a deep, rumbling groan, anditbecomes my new favorite thing. So much so that my goal is figuring out how to get him to do it again.

And again.

Keeping my eyes on his face, I lean forward, parting my lips and slipping them over the flared head of his thick cock. The skin there is silky smooth and burning hot. Almost as hot as the smolder in Gavin’s gaze as he stares down at me, fingers lacing in my hair to keep it out of my face as I swallow him down. He’sa little too big for me to take as much of him as I want, but I keep trying, relaxing my throat as I bob over him, using the hand encircling his base to cover all the territory my mouth can’t reach.

“Fuck, Alexis.” His thumb traces the stretched line of my mouth, slicking through the spit easing my way. “Your lips look so pretty wrapped around my dick.” His nostrils flare as he continues watching me. “I want to do so many things to you.” One of his hands comes to wrap around mine, squeezing my grip tighter. “Fill every part of you.”

A whimper works free at that, nearly smothered out by the mouthful of dick I’m navigating.

“Do you like the thought of that, Al?” Gavin leans closer, voice lowering. “Me being inside you?”

Holy mother of God. I like that Gavin moans. The sexy rumble when he groans. That he’s vocal during moments like this. But the level of dirty talk he’s bringing now?

I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep from passing out if this is how he plans to be moving forward.

Gavin’s hand slides to cradle the back of my head as the other keeps working the base of his dick with me. “Because that’s what I’m gonna do if you don’t stop me. I’m gonna spend every day trying to fill every part of you I can.” His fingers fist in my hair, holding tight but not pulling. “Over and over again.”

If I hadn’t already gotten off twice tonight, that threat might have sent me over the edge.

And that’s what it was. A threat.

Too bad I’m not scared of Gavin. He’s big and he’s strong and, yeah, he maybe has a little bit of a jealous streak.

But I will never be afraid of him.Never.

He’s not capable of being the kind of man his father is. I know that.

Even if he doesn’t.

“Fuck, Al.” His fingers flex against my head as his cock twitches in my mouth. He tries to pull me off of him in spite of all his claims, but I don’t let him.

“Sweetheart,” his voice has a frantic edge, “you need to back off or I’m going to—”

I sink over him again, hollowing my cheeks to add a little more suction. That’s all it takes, and the first hot splash of cum hits my tongue the same second Gavin lets out one of those deeply masculine groans I love so much. I keep working him, swallowing down everything he gives me. With one final lick, I pull free, a proud smile curving my lips as he gazes at me, dazed.

Gavin’s silent for a minute, staring at me like he can’t believe what just happened. Then he’s pulling me close, tucking my body across his lap, cradling me against his chest. His breathing slowly returns to normal as he strokes my arms, my hair, my legs.

After a few, quiet minutes, Gavin pulls in a breath and dishes out what he likely thinks is another threat.

“You’re never gonna get rid of me now, Al.”

I smile up at him. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” I can think of way worse things than having Gavin in my life. And maybe that’s the best thing for him.

Because I clearly see what he doesn’t.

20

Don’t Drag David Bowie Into This

Gavin

“THIS IS SO fucking good.” I shovel in another helping of the lasagna Alexis ordered me from her favorite restaurant. “I can’t believe I’ve never tried this place.”

“I can’t either.” She stretches one leg across the couch so she can poke my thigh with her toe. “I’m honestly kind of disappointed in you.” Alexis takes a bite of her own pasta, one hand coming to shield her mouth as she continues. “You live like, two blocks away from Bella Gusto. If I was that close, I’d be in a continuous carb coma.”

I lift a brow. “How do you know where I live?”

Al’s lips press tight together and a pink flush creeps over her cheeks. “My mom probably mentioned it.”

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