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Releasing him, she licked up the underside and he whispered her name like he was saying it in church.

Slipping down a bit further, she sucked his sac in her mouth and he uttered what almost sounded like a sob. Licking her way back to the head, she fisted the length and sighed around him.

Initially, she worried she’d be delivering his blowjob for an hour since he had such stellar control. She was shocked when his hips rocked slightly after a few minutes.

“I’m coming, Nia. Oh, god…so fucking good.”

He came for a long time and she had to move back to take it all without choking. Palming the head, she used his release to make her strokes smoother on the length.

Swallowing the last spurt, she sucked the head a little longer and swirled her tongue around it.

Planting a kiss on the underside, she turned her head to look up at him. “Was that alright? It’s not something I…”

Then she was dragged up the bed and gripped in a hug that made it impossible to get a full breath. His rapid breaths were warm against her cheek.

When he lifted to stare at her, he said, “I’m thirty-six. I’ve had about a thousand hand jobs and exactly four blowjobs.”

Nia’s eyes felt huge. “What…?”

“The first three were when I was sixteen and seventeen, not as big as I am now. The fourth was today. I never minded. I know what I’m dealing with and I don’t blame a woman for being nervous. I’ve never asked because I’m not an asshole like that and no one has ever offered.”

“I was only nervous because I haven’t done it much.” She smiled. “A femme fatale I am not.”

Dennis kissed her, hugged her close, and wrapped his entire body around her.

It was so warm and comforting that she drifted back to sleep.

Chapter Seven

Dennis kept Nia at his house the entire weekend. He ordered food and fucked her in every room in the place.

Saturday afternoon, he woke her from a nap and led her into the in-home gym wearing his robe. Massage tables were set up and a couple stood waiting with smiles.

For an hour and a half, the woman rubbed down every inch of Nia and it was a struggle to hold back her moans of pleasure. A few feet away, her new lover repeatedly laughed at her.

He tipped the pair a ridiculous amount of money and asked them to come back the following day.

When they were gone, he looked down at her, swaying on her feet. “You’re going to need it, I think.”

“You know that phrase, rode hard and put away wet?” He grinned. “I’m rode hard and put away sparkling clean. Jesus.”

His laughter gave her butterflies.

By Sunday afternoon, she was boneless after hours of fucking and another massage. They sat at his kitchen island, eating Chinese out of the containers. She wore one of his t-shirts and nothing else. She’d never been so comfortable or confident around a man while wearing little or no clothes.

She asked, “Why do you have a bar?”

“Do you really want to know?” She nodded. “We’ll come back to food. Let me show you.”

Leading her through the first floor, he opened the door to a room she hadn’t seen. Half a dozen musical instruments sat against the walls and the back half was a recording studio.

“I have no interest in trying to be a musician or anything. I have enough to do helping my dad and doing my level best to stay out of trouble.”

“There’s live music at the bar.” He nodded. “You produce. You look for new talent.”

Tilting his head, he asked, “How did you know?”

“This is Chicago. I imagine you have some amazing people go through the place.” Looking around, she asked, “Do you play?” He nodded again. “What instrument?” Dennis quirked a brow and her mouth dropped open. “A-all of them?” He gave a little shrug. “What’s your favorite?”

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