Page 177 of Boyfriend of the Hour
“I can’t…” He shook his head. “Maybe it’s just me. I generally don’t read these sorts of cues very well. But I can’t help wondering if there was something else you needed to share. Something I need to be aware of.” He gripped my hand. “Whatever it is, I can take it.”
Tell him, a small voice told me. Tell him now. Tell him everything.
It wouldn’t have mattered. I wanted to believe that. I wanted to believe that Nathan was different from literally every person on the planet who would judge me for what I’d done. That he would be exactly what he said he was?—
“No,” I finally said. “There’s nothing you need to know…except that I feel the same.”
He stared at me for a long time. “You do?”
I nodded and got up on my knees to lay my head on his stomach. “Yes, you sweet grump. I do. I lo?—”
God, I’d almost said it. That was twice now.
But it wasn’t right. I had a bad habit of putting the car—or was it cart?—before the donkey or horse or whatever animal.
Nathan wasn’t someone to rush.
He was, however, someone worth loving.
And someone worth doing other things to as well.
“I love being with you,” I finished as I sat back up on my heels and ran my hands down his powerful thighs. “And I love doing other things to you too. And right now, that includes this.”
His mouth fell open as I pulled down his zipper.
“Joni,” he mumbled. “I wasn’t planning?—”
“Don’t fight it,” I said as I pulled down his briefs, taking out the cock that was as hard as ever. For me. “When a girlfriend offers to give him head, a boyfriend should enjoy it.”
That made him smile as I pressed my mouth to the tip, a reverent kiss. Nathan’s entire body shuddered.
“I’ll have you know,” I said, “I’ve been told I’m very good at this.”
His hand landed on the side of my head, urging me forward. “Show me.”
So I did. I took his considerable length in my mouth as far as I could, breathing deeply through my nose, willing my body to relax. Nathan watched, seemingly entranced, every so oftenemitting a groan or a well-placed “Oh,fuck” that only spurred me on more.
Then I released him and smiled. “All right?”
He was staring up at the ceiling. “Christ.Christ. You weren’t joking about your skill.”
“I wouldn’t joke about something like that.” I ran my tongue up his shaft. “Stand up.”
He peered down his body at me curiously. “Why?”
“Because now,” I said as I pushed up on my knees, “you fuck my face.”
His eyes popped open. “You actually want me to do that?” He sounded incredulous.
I tilted my head. “That depends. Would you want to?”
Nathan swallowed. Hard enough to make his bowtie look crooked. “I—yes. But it’s not something I’d ever expect you or another partner to do.”
I kissed the very tip of him, enjoying the way it made him arch against his seat. “Here’s a universal truth about women: The better you treat us outside of our sex life, the filthier we want it to be.” I slithered up his body until I covered all of him. “And you treat me very,verygood, Dr. Hunt.”
Too good, I almost said. Better than I deserved.
But instead, I kissed him, and he kissed me back just as thoroughly as ever, grunting as his hand slid over my bare waist, holding me in place so he could grind his hips upward against my waiting thighs.
