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It was all he could do to not stroke himself and come all over her pretty little face. But then she plunged down on his cock. She gagged, and her eyes watered. He was tempted to pull out andlet her catch her breath, but then she worked him with her hands and mouth. His head fell back and hit the shower wall with a thud as he closed his eyes and focused on the pleasure.

He wasn’t sure how he was going to make it all work, but he would find a way to prioritize this woman and make sure she was a part of his daily routine. She needed to feel as special as he thought she was. He would never make this mistake again.

“Fuck.” His release was just about to take over and his hand found its way into Alice’s hair as she kept working him. “I’m going to come.”

With her hooded eyes, she looked up at him and nodded.

That was it. He exploded into her mouth, and she continued to slowly suck every drop.

She stood and washed the final words off his body before they dried off and collapsed in bed together.

28

Alice

The next morning, Alice woke up to her phone alarm. She turned it off as Taylor’s arms slipped around her and pulled her back close to his chest, then melted back into him.

A part of her felt like pinching herself. The day before, she was so sure that she’d made up all the feelings she thought Taylor had for her. But she was wrong. And the proof of just how wrong she was nestled between her ass cheeks.

She rocked her ass back into his, and he groaned, then pulled her close, cupping her breast and nuzzling her neck.

“Did your alarm go off because you need to get up? Tell me now, or I’m going to have my way with you right now,” he whispered in her ear.

His voice was low and rough with sleep, and dammit, if she didn’t want him to have his way with her.

She looked at her phone... It was 8:30. She was supposed to be at the center to meet with the social media team at 9:30.

She turned to Taylor with her bottom lip out in a pout.

“Awww, what’s the matter?” he said, and he pushed her hair behind her ear.

“I’m supposed to be at the center in an hour to meet with Sasha.”

“Oh, okay,” he said as he sat up. She begrudgingly sat up and stretched. “So, are you really working for her now?”

She shrugged and nodded.

“You don’t seem very excited about it.”

“It’s fine. It’ll be a good job,” she said as she stood and went into the bathroom.

After she took care of her morning business, she came out of the shower, brushing her teeth, then picked through the clothes strewn over the clothes chair in the corner of her room.

“I see you have a wonderful clothing organizational system,” Taylor said.

“It works for me,” she said, pulling out a gray jersey dress and stopping by her dresser to grab underwear and a bra.

She returned with her blonde hair pulled into a ponytail and the gray dress on.

“Is that what you’re going to wear?” Taylor asked.

Her eyes cut to him.

He threw his hands up in a defensive gesture. “You look amazing and can wear whatever you want,” he said quickly. He licked his lips like he was carefully considering what he wanted to say. “If this is what you want to wear, then please wear it, and I’ll never say another word about it... But part of me wonders if it’s you... I don’t know... Never mind... Don’t mind me,” he said, getting out of the bed. He walked over to her and kissed the top of her head.

He isn’t wrong, though, thought Alice as she peered at herself in the mirror.

If she had her way, she would not have her hair in a basic ponytail and a simple gray dress. She looked fine, but he was right. She didn’t look how she wished.

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