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I could reach my hand down and check, but I really don’t want him to leave. Having his big, strong body in bed beside me is the best kind of nostalgia. We didn’t get to do it very often when we dated since we both had overprotective, religious parents.

“That doesn’t sound hypothetical,” he rasps.

“Let me know if you like this question better then. Do you want me to do exactly what you’re craving?”

Chapter 13

Gavin

Ifsomeonetoldmethat my day would end with Ashley Gibson offering to perform sexual favors, I would have laughed in their face.

And maybe that’s what she’s doing – joking around.

But her face is only inches from mine and the want-you-right-now look in her eyes suggests otherwise.

“What are you asking me, Ashley? Just be really clear with me right now. Please.” My voice is so husky that I barely recognize it.

“I’m asking,” she says, moving her hand lower,

lower,

lower until it rests on the waistband of my boxer briefs, “If you want me to suck your cock for you. I promise it won’t be a chore and will be way better than fucking your fist.”

Jesus Christ and everything holy.

“You don’t have to–”

She puts her free hand against my lips. “Stop. I know that I don’t have to do anything. Just answer the question without a whole bunch of disclaimers for once. Let’s try it again. Gavin?”

“Yeah?”

“I know that I don’t have to blow your mind – or your cock – right now. But I want to. I really, really want to. So, what do you say? Do you want to come in my mouth? Yes or no?”

My head swims as my dick surges, and the pressure of an orgasm I’m dying for is already mounting, even though she hasn’t touched me yet.

“Yes,” I admit roughly and then add, “Please.”

“Then hold on tight, cowboy,” she teases.

She kisses my lips and when she moans, the vibrations shoot from my mouth to the tip of my cock, and I know that I’m in trouble.

“Wait,” I say, and confusion immediately crosses her face.

I sit up in bed and take her in my arms, shifting her feet onto the floor. She’s standing between my spread legs, and I rest my hands on her shoulders, forcing her down to the floor.

“If you’re really going to suck me off, you’re doing it from your knees,” I say, yanking my boxer briefs down my legs and tossing them aside.

My dick is so hard it aches and if she’s playing games, I’m going to legitimately cry.

God, I want her mouth all over me.

Want her.

I shouldn’t, but I do.

And now is not the time to question it.

It’s the time to feel.

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