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And my addiction grew.

This was problematic.

Not only for me, but for her.

Aria’s lips drew back. I waited until she only had the head of my dick before I slid one hand out of her hair and cupped her cheek, forcing her to halt her progress.

“Best head I ever had, Aria,” I told her as I used my thumb to gather my come at the corner of her lips. “But you missed some, baby.” I pulled my dick free and pushed my thumb into her mouth.

She smiled around my thumb and I felt that in my chest. A clear indication it was time to get her on her feet and end this before I did something stupid like tell her I was never letting her go.

“Up, baby.”

The little minx didn’t get to her feet. She took her time curling her tongue around my thumb, making a show of sucking it clean before she released the digit and licked her lips.

Two could play that game.

“Next time you do that, I want one hand between your legs fingering your clit while the other plays with those gorgeous nipples.”

I didn’t miss the shiver that wracked her shoulders.

“No fair,” she whispered.

“What’s not?”

“You’re turning me on again and I suspect this is when you’re gonna tell me playtime is over because you need to get back to work.”

She wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t because of work I was halting the festivities. It was because I was feeling shit I shouldn’t be feeling.

Retreat and pivot.

Only now, I was retreating from the emotions I had no business harboring. The pivot was mental, and would happen naturally when Aria wasn’t in front of me with her tits still trussed up by her pink bra and the visions of her swallowing my cock weren’t fresh in my mind. It would take no time at all before I remembered the kind of man I was.

Not that I ever forgot, but if there was ever a woman who could make me ignore my past it was Aria.

CHAPTER SIX

I didn’t know what to expect when Smith helped me to my feet. Him gently righting the cups of my bra wasn’t it. Taking that a step further, Smith softly if not reverently kissing the top swell of each breast before he pulled my tank top back into place would’ve been the very last thing I would’ve guessed he’d do.

Yet, that’s exactly what happened.

Which left me in a dazed state of confusion.

“You good?” Smith’s rough voice jolted my muddled mind.

“Dandy, you?” I used my best jaunty, ‘I’m unaffected’ voice hoping to keep the mood light.

Smith totally caught on and he let me know it with a small grin that hit nowhere near his eyes. But other than that, he didn’t call me out.

“Yeah, baby, just dandy.”

With a wink he pulled out his phone, but his gaze cut to the corner of the room.

“That off?”

I looked in the direction he tipped his head and saw one of my cameras on a tripod.

“Yes. I turned it off after Phillip was done.”

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