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But then he grabbed my hands and gazed at me.

“I want this.”

So, I shifted around. I was unable to deny him.

My heart thundered as James began to give small laps at my slit. I wasn’t so timid, sucking his cock in one strong move down my throat.

“Phin!” James shouted, breathing heavily at my dick. Some precum filled my mouth, and I worked his cock harder.

James exhaled loudly before he resumed taking my dick between his full lips. I felt my control breaking. The wet suction was so good. I wouldn’t last much longer—this was sweet agony. But neither would James. His cock lengthened in my mouth. He was about to orgasm, and I was ready to suck him dry. I took him as far down my throat as humanly possible and milked him for it.

I wanted his taste to pour into my throat and right to my heart like a greedy stain. James was whimpering, but he gave my dick a long slurp, and his fingers had my balls.

We burst like fireworks. His release poured into me, mine into him. There was no denying, no holding back. Swallowing, taking.

Sharing.

We were lost in each other’s climax, racing to a finish together.

Until the intense pulse slowed, and a warm, sated feeling made me collapse at his thighs. I ran my hands over his legs, still needing to touch him, as James visibly shook through the after-orgasm.

“I have only one question,” James said moments later. We were snuggled on my bed, completely blissed-out, his foot over my leg, his hand playing with my chest hair.

“What’s that?”

“Well, you’ve danced with me. Romanced me. Wined me. Dined me.”

“Sparkling cider, not wine.” I grinned sheepishly.

James ignored that. “You wined me, dined me?—”

“Sixty-nined you?”

“I wasn’t done.” He poked my side.

“Sorry, sorry. What’s your question?”

“How’re you going to top tonight on Valentine’s Day?”

I groaned as James snort-laughed.

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

Only one week until Valentine’s Day. The ticking clock grew more urgent. Tucked into a corner of the firehouse’s kitchen, with Kamira and Wyatt’s conversation flowing from the other side of the room, I hung up my phone and crossed yet another restaurant off my list.

I was running out of options. Several restaurants in the Phoenix area were already booked solid. What was I going to do? I wanted Valentine’s Day to be special for James. And, if I was honest, for me. I had never been in a relationship on Valentine’s Day.

Worse still, we hadn’t seen each other in a week, thanks to work being crazy busy for us both. But we talked on the phone. Still, I missed him, touching him, seeing his eyes and smiles not simply on a screen.

His face like thunder, Captain Smack stalked into the room and headed for the coffeepot. He didn’t look my way, and I was grateful. He’d been pissed and moody as hell for days.

The newbie Wyatt and I had gotten the brunt of it.

Smack stalked out, coffee in hand, his glare as fierce as any fire we’d ever faced.

“What’s his deal,” Wyatt complained with a sulky pout.

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