Page 36 of A Million Times, Yes
“Fuck me,” he moaned, immediately reaching for his belt buckle. “That pussy, Maya ...”
I smiled, but I didn’t think he saw it; he couldn’t drag his eyes away from that spot. “Yes? What about it?”
“You’re teasing me . . .”
My fingers traveled down my torso, pausing on my clit, rubbing it the way his tongue had. “Are you saying you want this?”
“I need it. I want it—all of it.”
“Not good enough. Beg harder.”
He let out a shuddered exhale. “I know what you’re doing.”
“Then you better get naked. Now.”
Chapter Nine
Jordan
“We need to talk about Clover’s—” Gavin stopped himself mid-sentence and stared at me from the doorway of my office. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Do you know how to knock?”
He walked in, closed the door behind him, and took a seat in front of my desk. “Fuck knocking. Tell me what’s going on with your face.”
I dropped the ice bag I’d been holding to my cheek and stared into my brother’s eyes. “I have lockjaw.”
“What the hell? How did that happen?”
I rubbed the left side, even though they both hurt equally, and focused on the spot right under my temples, the pain still throbbing after an hour of icing and three Tylenol. “I went down on her for three hours.”
He balled his fist and held it in front of his mouth. “Oh shit. I knew you met someone when you showed no interest in the flight attendant—it’s not the flight attendant, is it?”
“Hell no.”
“Who is she?”
“Maya.” I sighed. “A woman I see on my runs every morning.”
I was surprised I’d said her name. Giving him that much made things a little bit more real.
But so did this conversation.
A conversation I never thought I’d have with my brother—not with my track record with women.
“Maya ...” He smiled. “That explains why you’ve been rushing me off the phone when I call you first thing and why you didn’t want to fly to Chicago to meet with Clover.” He leaned closer to my desk. “But for you to go down on her? For three hours? That’s practically fucking marriage, brother.”
“Stop.”
“When was the last time you went down on a woman?”
I ran my hand through the back of my hair as I thought about it. “I don’t remember.”
“It’s not that you don’t like eating pussy. I know you do. It’s because you don’t go down on one-night stands, and that’s all you ever have.”
“You’re right.”
“Was that the first time you were with Maya?”
