Page 102 of Call Me Mrs. Taylor

“Raya…fuck!”

There it is.

He crumbles, his hips rocking into the sensation. I suck stronger, tease faster, stroke harder until he breaks with a desperate, ragged groan that tells me everything I need to know.

“Mmm…” I moan along with him as he shoots ropes of hot cum into my mouth. It doesn’t stop. I can barely swallow it fast enough.

Right when I think it’s over, I feel a pulse against my finger and his body goes stiff again. No jizz with this one. Nothing but the rhythmic beat of his dick against my tongue. I know it’s mind-blowing. I can feel it.

My panties are soaked.

But tonight isn’t about me.

I remove my fingers, popping off of him with a chaste kiss. His chest heaves, eyes squeezed shut like he’s trying not to wake up from the best dream he ever had.

I slip out without a word, my steps careful, my hands clean.

By the time I slide into my car, my pulse is even. My breathing is calm. I feel like I could go for some pizza.

And I know I have nothing to worry about.

I fixed it.

28

Ace

I wake up hard.

Satisfied.

And fucking confused.

For a minute, I wonder if last night was some kind of fever dream, like some twisted manifestation of my own deeply suppressed desires. But, no. It had to be real. The evidence is right there—my body's still humming from the aftermath of pleasure I’ve never felt before, my sheets faintly scented with something that shouldn’t be there.

Something that smells likeher.

Not vanilla this time, though. It leans more caramel. Whatever the fuck it is, it’s sweet, and it pisses me off.

My first instinct is to just push the whole thing into a dark corner of my mind where I don’t have to analyze it for a deeper meaning. I wanna stick with the lie that I was dreaming. That my body reacted on its own.

But I know better.

The evidence is too strong.

Fuck.

I sit up, rubbing a hand over my face, forcing myself to snap out of it. Whatever the hell it was, it doesn’t matter at this point. Raya is out of my life. I ended that shit for good. The only thing to do now is change my fucking door codes and start setting my alarm system.

Kam calls while I’m in my office. Annoying ass. I know what she wants. I’m tempted to let her go to voicemail, but she’s still my big sister. I can’t quit her.

I swipe to answer. “Yeah?”

“Did you do it?” she asks, skipping all the pleasantries.

I don’t keep her in suspense. “Of course. Didn’t I say I would?”

She claps on the other end. “You did the right thing, Ace. That bitch is fried.”

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