Page 102 of Doughn't Let Me Go

I wince. “I only said that to discourage you from liking me.”

“What makes you think I like you now?”

“Oh? You don’t, huh?”

She takes my skin between her teeth, biting lightly before licking it. “Not even a little bit.”

“I find that hard to believe, all things considered.”

“I can like your body and not like you, Porter.” Her hand snakes down my abs and under the blanket. She lightly rakes her nails down the insides of my thighs, not touching my dick like I know she wants to. “And like your body I do.”

“Yeah?”

She nods. “Very much.”

Her fingers finally curl around my already hard dick, and she strokes me once.

I hiss at the contact, thumping my head back again. “Fucking tease.”

“Hmm…”

Her hum is the last I hear from her before she wraps her lips around me, sucking me to the back of her throat.

I was wrong before.

Dory knows exactly what she’s doing when it comes to blow jobs.

And me blowing my load two minutes later is proof.

* * *

All I’ve beenable to think about all day is Dory and how I had to leave her naked in her bed this morning when it was the absolute last thing I wanted to do.

Which is really fucking not conducive to focusing on work, and Ireallyneed to be productive right now.

I feel like my company is slipping through my fingers.

Every day, I hand off another task to Mel that I used to complete myself.

And every day, she reassures me she’s got it all under control.

“Look, babe,” Mel says soothingly into the phone. “It’s fine. We’re all doing just fine without you here. We don’t need Mr. Big Bad Porter roaming around to keep us in check. We’re profiting. Hell, we’re actually doing better this quarter than I thought we would considering your move and all. So stop worrying about it and just take a breather.”

A breather? I can’t take a breather.

Not just because I don’t know how, but because if I take a breather, all the fucked-up shit in my life that I’ve tucked far away in a corner of my mind will swim its way to the forefront.

“You know I’m not good at relaxing.”

“I know.” She laughs. “But that was the whole point of you moving out there, wasn’t it? To relax a little, to let go. Start over.”

“It was,” I agree. “But it’s harder to do than I thought it would be.”

“It’s really not. Just let go. Go find someone to lose yourself in.”

Dory.

Her face instantly pops up in my mind.

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