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I really didn’t think she’d pick up on that, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. She is, after all, a stickler for details. “I figured you’d be more amenable to the idea if it were his money. He does have a lot of it.”
“And I’m sure he was more than willing to pay for it. So why didn’t he?”
My eyes lock with hers, and I let out a heavy sigh. “Because, whether or not you knew it came from me, I wanted to do something nice for your mom, and I couldn’t do that if—not really—if Asher was fitting the bill. It wouldn’t feel right.”
“Have I ever told you how wonderful you are?” She rises up on her knees to place a chaste kiss on the corner of my mouth. Then my chin. My neck.
“A few times,” I manage to say.
“Yeah? What about kind? Have I ever told you you’re kind?”
My brain is starting to glitch as her kisses go south. “Maybe?”
Her lips brush my abs, and her tongue swirls around my belly button. “And what if I said I was really, really grateful?”
I angle her head so that she’s looking at me. Frazzled brain or not, I have to say this. “I don’t want sex to ever be transactional between us, Zara. Despite what I may have said as a dumb college student, you do not need to reward me for giving you something.”
Her fingers brush the waistband of my pants. “I know.” She smiles. “And, believe me, there isnothingtransactional about what I’m about to do to you, because I’m gonna to enjoy every single second.”
Fucking hell.
I help her ease my pajama pants down, freeing my erection. I’m so hard, I’m in actual pain. “Do you think you can be quiet?” she asks.
Yes.Her delicate fingers close around my shaft.No.I groan.Fuck, maybe.
She gives it several slow, teasing strokes.
“Not off to a great start.” She grins up at me.
“I know how to make one of us quiet.” I thrust into her hand.
“Is that what you want? To shut me up?” Fuck.
“Yes,” I say, even though we both know it won’t do any good. She’s a moaner even when she has her mouth stuffed full of my cock. Just thinking of it has me leaking into her hand.
Her tongue darts out, circling the tip and cleaning me off before tracing the sensitive underside. My head falls back as I stifle a groan.
“Eyes on me, Hen,” she instructs. I do as I’m told, meeting her gaze. She smiles. “That’s a good boy.”
Never thought I’d enjoy a praise kink, but here we are.
Her mouth lowers back on my cock, and it’s pure fucking heaven. I’ve had my fair share of blowjobs over the years, but nothing compares to this.
The way she looks at me.
The feeling of her hand stroking my inner thigh.
The knowledge that doing this turns her on too.
When my fingers weave through the silky strands of her hair, she whimpers, and her free hand slips between her thighs. I know the instant her fingers make contact with her clit because she lets out a throaty moan that vibrates around my cock.
I almost make a teasing remark about being quiet, but then her cheeks hollow and she sucks me deeper into her mouth.
“Fuck.Fuck,” I hiss, fisting the duvet with one hand and her hair with the other. It’s taking every ounce of willpower I possess to keep that hand steady. Not because she’s doing anything wrong. No. She’s doing everything exactly right, and it’s so good that all I want to do is grab the back of her head and face fuck the hell out of her until my cum is dripping down the back of her throat.
Depraved? Yes. Especially in her parents’ house.
But I never said I was a saint.
