Page 180 of Forgot to Tell You Something

“Good. Also, I’m sick of this secret relationship crap.”

“Thank God.” I throw my head back, so damn grateful I don’t have to maintain a facade around Tally anymore. She thinks I’m affectionate now? The woman has no idea.

“So, you’re going to marry me, no way around it. But I want to be the one to tell Dr. Nicole Hedges the news.”

“Evil girl. Let’s go to the courthouse now.”

“That’s not how it works.”

“Buzzkill. You don’t let me go down on you at the pizzeria. You don’t want to have sex in the bathroom at Wicked Chucks. You don’t want to march down to the courthouse and get married. Way to live on the edge, Tally.”

“We both agreed that the bathroom at Wicked Chucks is hazardous to our health.”

“Anything else?” I question, wanting to wrap up this conversation so I can have her pussy wrapped around me instead.

“You’re going to tell me I’m pretty even when I look like a beached whale and not say a word about my strange pickle, peanut butter, and ice cream combinations.”

My face scrunches at the thought. “Is that what you were eating the other night?”

“Didn’t I just say we aren’t discussing it? So, do you agree to my terms?”

“I do.”I can sit and argue with her about the details of our disagreements, but I’d rather spend this time loving her. For the first time since she discovered I’m a doctor, my Tally is back. Fully and 100% back.

I’m taking advantage of that fact.

“What time does your Mom land?” Tally asks, cocking her brow and sending me her saucy grin. I love that grin. It means something sexy as hell is about to go down.

“We have four hours.”

“Plenty of time for your bonus prize.”

“I’m always one for prizes,” I murmur, my mouth straining to reach hers.

Tally wags her finger at me as her hands slide underneath my shirt, scratching along my abs. She pushes me down onto the bed, skating her tongue along the waistband of my sweats. “Far too many clothes,” she whispers, yanking off my pants.

My dick is about to explode, and she hasn’t even touched me yet. When her slender hand wraps around me, I groan, my hips bucking toward her. Tally’s tongue flits across my head, swirling and teasing. I wind my hands in her hair, guiding her down as she takes all of me. A low moan rises from the back of her throat, as her tongue strokes the underside of my shaft.

Holy fuck, but this woman gives amazing head. I prop up on my hand, watching her mouth take me deeper. Her gaze meets mine, and it’s clear that she knows the truth.

She owns me.

Tally loves driving me out of my mind, but this morning, she’s extra dedicated in her task. Her hand cups my balls, and when she sucks one into her mouth, I damn near levitate.

I don’t want to know how the woman got so damn good at sucking cock, so long as I’m the last man she touches. She’s a master, dominating me, her hands and mouth working me into a frenzy.

“I want inside you, Darlin,” I beg, her long hair tickling my thighs.

“Mmm-mmm,” Tally moans, upping her oral acrobatics to the next level.

Within seconds, I explode, and my entire world goes dark. When I open my eyes, she’s lying next to me, her fingernails scratching along my chest, a flirtatious smile on her lips.

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” Tally states with a wink.

“You are too good at that.”

“So glad to have a willing participant.”

“I’m willing any damn time of the day or night.” I roll her onto her back, yanking down her pajama pants. “Now it’s my turn to return the favor.”

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