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“It’s my favorite too. Especially when it’s buried in that tight cunt of yours,” I tell her, reaching out to cup her sex.
“I think I like being on my knees for you too,” she says, kneeling.
“Mara,” my voice cracks.
She takes me into her mouth and sucks me all the way down to the back of her throat, making me see stars.
As much as I like to be in control, watching her take what she wants turns me on too.
“Touch yourself while you suck me, Mara. Play with your pussy.”
She does what she’s told, slipping one hand between her legs. Every time she moans, the vibration goes straight to my balls, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
This time when I’m about to come, I pull out of her mouth and jerk myself off, letting the cumdrip onto her face and chest.
Yet another image I’ll never be able to get out of my head.
She lets me clean her up again and offers to toss my clothes in the washer to get all the dust off of them when we get out of the shower.
I shake my head. “No way in hell I can walk around here naked. Unless you want me to keep you in bed until the laundry is done.”
Her cheeks flush. “I’d like to be able to walk tomorrow.”
“Then I better put my clothes back on.”
“Next time, maybe bring some sweats or something?” she asks, biting her lip.
“Are you asking me to have a slumber party with you, Mara?” I tease with a wink.
She doesn’t even hesitate. “Absolutely.”
As much as I’d love to stay longer, I reluctantly get dressed and follow Mara back downstairs so I can gather my things.
“I’ve got some work to do at the office tomorrow. But if you’re up for company, maybe I can come by tomorrow evening?”
She nods. “I’d like that. I’ll make us dinner.”
“You don’t have to. I can pick us up something on my way. The Groggy Lobster has some week night specials that aren’t too bad, or I can hit up the diner.”
“Iwantto cook for you.”
“Okay,” I reply and press a kiss to her lips. “Tomorrow, then.”
“Looking forward to it.”
seven
. . .
Graham
Sittingat my desk inside the office at City Hall, I try to focus. Paperwork. Grant proposals. Preservation schedules. I can’t hold a single line of text in my head. My coffee goes cold twice. I’ve written the same sentence three times and can’t even remember what it was supposed to mean.
I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep too.
Why? Because I’ve only known Mara for a handful of days and I’m already head over heels for her.
I can’t imagine my life without her in it.
