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A soft laugh erupted from my throat as I reluctantly pulled away from him, and fumbled for the knob to turn off the skillet.

Looking back at him over my shoulder as he pressed himself up behind me, I knew this was it for me.

I’d looked and looked for the right person, but I had been looking in the wrong places.

There was a reason my previous relationships hadn’t been successful.

Because they were one-sided, and they weren’thim.

I wasn’t sure how to define myself just yet, but I knew without a doubt I was one hundred percent gay for Mitchell.

ProbablyonlyMitchell.

I broke away, my entire body warm as a grin spread over my face.

“You are so distracting,you know that?” I teased.

Mitchell hummed lowly, the sound dark and inviting and going straight to my cock.

Which did not help matters as the fantasy I’d been brushing off all day came back full force.

“I like distracting you. You get all flustered, and it’s fucking adorable,” he purred, his voice gruff and filled with a seductive tone.

I rolled my eyes as I gingerly pushed against his chest. “Sit down, please. I need to plateyourdinner.”

Mitchell tugged my hips closer, putting me right against his rigid erection. “Penn...”

“Dinner first,” I said kissing him chastely. “Then dessert.”

Mitchell sighed, but relented, and I hated the feeling when he removed his palm from my waist.

CHAPTER 24

Penn

“Oh my God,is there anything you don’t do?” Mitchell groaned as he made his way through his second bowl of pasta.

I shrugged, twisting the noodles around my fork. “Well, there are a couple things...” I said nonchalantly.

I was still nervous because as the night drew on, we were getting closer and closer to my big plan.

Would I chicken out?

Would I get up close and personal with Mitchell’s cock and runthe other way?

Or would I be able to stomach it in my mouth?

What if I wasterribleat sucking dick?

Worse?

What if I couldn’t take it?

“I really appreciate your helping out with the campaign and all,” I said, shifting the conversation to one that wasn’t going to give me a heart attack.

I took a bite of my pasta, finishing my plate.

Mitchell got up and brought his dish to the sink, and I followed suit.

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