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Being around Iris, I was as alert as ever. I set the cream cheese down on the counter. “I don’t think I need any today.”
Iris reached for a butter knife to spread some cream cheese on her toast. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. And not that I didn’t enjoy the direction you took the conversation in before, but I wasn’t referring to how you felt about what we did this morning.”
Shifting her attention from her toast to me, Iris shot me a curious look. “You weren’t? What were you asking me about?”
“I wanted to know how you felt after everything that happened yesterday.”
Like I’d flipped a light switch, Iris’s mood shifted. Her shoulders drooped, and her features went slack. “I’m terrified.”
That hadn’t been the answer I’d been expecting. “What scares you?”
Her gaze was just to the right of my torso, and she stared off at something in the distance. Like she’d find the answers she was looking for if she tried hard enough. “It’s like I’m losing everyone who is important to me one by one. And I’m just now waiting around to see who’s next. Who will be the next person to walk away from me?”
The way her voice cracked as she asked that question gave away just how worried she was. I wrapped my armaround her back, my hand settling on her opposite shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere, sunshine. I can promise you that. And I’ve already done some thinking about your situation and have come up with a game plan for some parts of it.”
She blinked in surprise. “You… You have?”
I sent her a reassuring smile. “I have. I thought we could discuss it over breakfast.”
Iris held up the butter knife. “Do you want cream cheese for your toast?”
I took the knife from her. “When you look at me like that, I’d agree to anything you ask me. I’d do it even if I hated cream cheese.”
Something warm washed over her expression, a small smile playing at her lips. That right there was another reason I’d do anything she asked. I just wanted to see her happy all the time.
Iris and I sat down to have breakfast together. While we ate, I told her about my ideas.
And though I believed my ideas were good, I didn’t think that hearing them would impact Iris as much as they did.
We’d finished our breakfast, and without a word, she moved her chair away from the table and walked around it toward me. Iris urged me to scoot my own chair back to give her enough room to stand between the table and me.
I was ready to pull her into my lap, but before I could, she dropped to her knees in front of me. Her hands began working at the fly of my jeans. “Do you know how much it means to me that you care enough to even want to find solutions to my problems?”
“I get the distinct feeling that you intend to show me.”
Her eyes lit up, a smile spreading across her face. “Oh, I absolutely plan to demonstrate my gratitude.” She pulled the zipper down. “Not only do you want to find solutions for me, but you come up with such great ideas. You’ve got a brilliant mind, Landen.”
Lifting my hips as she tugged my jeans and underwear down, I shared, “I don’t like to see you upset, so I’m going to do whatever I can in any situation to make you happy.”
She continued to smile, her eyes on the prize as she curled her fingers around me. Just the thought of what she was preparing to do was enough to have me throbbing. But feeling her touch as she looked at me like she was had me balling my hands into fists. “And I believe that kind of thinking deserves to be rewarded.”
It was getting harder and harder to think straight. “I’m not going to argue. I’d never stop you from doing what you feel is right.”
Iris tightened her grip and stroked. A groan tore up my throat.
“Do you like that?”
“I do.”
She brought her mouth to the tip, swirled her tongue around the head, and pressed a soft kiss there. “What about that?”
“It’s nice.” My voice no longer sounded like my own. I desperately wanted my cock in her mouth. But maybe this hint of torture was what I deserved to get after teasing her like I had this morning.
Iris offered another stroke before licking up the underside of my entire length, from root to tip. Then she parted her lips and took me inside.
I wanted to look, to watch those gorgeous lips andmouth wrapped around me, but my head dropped back on another groan. Iris pulled back as far as she could without releasing me before taking me in again as deep as she could go.
