Page 114 of In It to Win It

“Oh.” My heart squeezes, both at the thought of Byron so sick and JP being so . . . “traumafied.” “Are you . . . going to miss Byron?”

He frowns and doesn’t immediately answer. “Maybe.”

I give his broad chest a little shove. “Yes, you are. You love him.”

“Eh. I’m kind of used to having him around now.”

I can’t stop my smile. He does love Byron. Look how upset he is about Byron being sick. “When Dad reminded me that he’ll be able to take him again, I realized that I’m going to miss him too. This house he’s looking at is in Mar Vista, which isn’t that close. But, Dad misses him now, so . . .”

“Hmm. We may have a custody battle on our hands.”

I laugh, but it’s not really funny.

I want to tell him how I feel about him. I’m bursting with it, bursting with love and affection for him . . . also lust. Maybe I canshowhim how I feel about him . . .

I shift so I can kiss him, my mouth lingering on his. He makes a happy noise, his hand coming up to cup the back of my head. He tilts his head and kisses me back, deeper, his tongue sliding into my mouth.

“Missed you, Sunshine.”

“Missed you too, Killer.”

I feel his smile before he kisses me once more, lifting me onto his lap. His hands slide under my sweater and my skin reacts, tingling everywhere. My belly flips and my breasts ache where I press them against his chest.

I want to feel his skin too. I slide off his lap, off the couch, and onto my knees between his thighs. I skate my hands up under his tee, enjoying the ridges of his abs, the firmness of his pecs. I brush over his nipples and he groans. Leaning lower, I press a kiss to his stomach, a slow, open-mouthed kiss, letting my tongue brush there. I kiss him again, working open the button of his jeans.

His cock is hard and straining behind his fly. I press there before I undo the zipper, and JP makes another low noise of pleasure. I kiss the soft skin I reveal as I lower the zipper and part his jeans. “I love this place on a man.”

His hand is gentle in my hair. “What place? My dick?”

“Well, yeah, that too. But this place . . .” I tug the elastic of his boxer briefs lower. The head of his cock is already poking above them and it springs up. I wrap a hand around his shaft and move it so I can kiss him below his navel. “Right here.” I lick him there. “It’s so soft and sensitive and . . . low enough to hint at what’s beneath it . . .” I trace my tongue over the trail of dark hair, then kiss lower and lower, until my lips meet the neat thatch of dark hair.

“Christ.” Now both his hands are in in my hair.

I curve my hands over the square, masculine bones of his hips, so different from mine, then nuzzle his groin, nipping at the thin skin with my lips, teasing him by kissing and licking all around his cock. His hips lift, his body hot and trembling, and finally I kiss the head of his cock. My tongue laps delicately, still taunting him. His fingers tighten on my skull, but he’s not pressing me to do more than I want.

“That feels so good.” He lets out a rumbling groan. “Please . . . suck me.”

“Mmm.” I want to. I open my mouth and take him in, swirling my tongue around to get him wet and slippery so my lips glide over satiny flesh. Smooth and hard, I love the feel of him filling my mouth, the weight of him on my tongue, the male essence of him tantalizing my taste buds and filling my head with his scent.

It’s heady and wild, making me so wet and aching.

He releases me to shove his jeans lower and now I can access his balls. I cup them tenderly, sliding my mouth up and down.

“Is it weird doing this in front of Byron?” he chokes out.

I lift my head and meet his eyes, smiling. “You want me to stop?”

“Fuck no.”

“He’s a dog. And he’s asleep.”

I resume my blow job, relishing everything about it until JP’s body tenses. His hands are back in my hair and he holds me up off him. “Gonna come, baby.”

“Good.” And I suck him more, and more, faster, clasping the base of his cock tighter, until he shouts as he releases in my mouth. I swallow him down, savoring him, so turned on I could almost come myself.

He hauls me up on top of him, his hands shaking, his breathing fast and ragged. “Jesus. I love that.”

“Good.” I kiss his cheek.

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