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“I can’t believe that happened,” he says.

“Me neither.”

“Did you like it?” he asks as he throws a leg over my thighs and burrows into my side. I fucking likethis.

“Yeah, I did. More than I thought I would. I saw…well, Avery, I want to eat your ass next time.”

His eyes pop open and he stares at me, unblinking. “Shut the fuck up, Dean. Right now. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“I mean it. I want to try it. If you don’t mind an old man who doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll manage just fine. Just give me a little notice so I can make sure I’m nice and clean down there.”

My hand strokes his back, and I nod. “I will. How about we plan it for tomorrow?”

He lets out a small laugh. “All right. I can do that. Squeaky clean ass coming right up.”

The next morning, while Avery gets ready for work, I notice three things. One, he has a hickey on his neck. From me. Looks fucking nice too. Wonder if he’s noticed it yet. Two, the canvas I bought him is on the easel, the paint spread out on the kitchen table waiting to be used. And lastly, his phone is blowing up non-stop. I stare over at it and watch it light up over and over, and then glance at the bathroom where Avery is.

I run a hand over my jaw, not wanting to snoop, but also wanting to make sure everything is okay.It’s probably not a big deal, probably just a friend. Probably Kit, I think as I nudge the phone with my coffee mug, turning it so I can stare down at it.

And that’s when I see it.

An unknown number.

A plethora of threats.

I’m going to fucking ruin you.

I warned you, you fucker.

Better watch your back.

My mug hits the counter as I blink down at his screen.

Nick. He’s been bugging him and won’t let up.

Like I said, I’m going to make this asshole stop.

Suddenly, Avery steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his face hitting the space just between my shoulder blades.

“Hey, why are you so tense?” he asks, pressing a kiss to my shirt.

He steps to the side and sees his phone right next to my mug. He looks so fucking hot today in a black skirt and a form-fitting pink shirt. Even his black boots look hot as hell.

This man is scrambling my fucking brain.

I want to sink to my knees and taste his cock again. Never thought I’d want to do that, but here I am craving it.

“You snooping?” he asks, swiping his phone off the counter and looking at it. My mind snaps back to the issue at hand. Nick messing with Avery.My Avery.

“No. They just appeared on your screen. Nick’s been threatening you.”

Avery worries his bottom lip. “I know. I told you that. He really thinks I stole his money.”

He eyes the messages and swallows when a new one appears. I can’t help but look at it.

“He’s seriously threatening you.”

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