Page 54 of The C Agreement

He cared about me.

I mean, of course he did. We were friends.

It still made me feel good.

“Okay. I’ll do it for you.”

He shook his head. “No, babe, you need to do it for you.”

I opened my mouth.

“Promise,” he warned.

I sighed. “Okay, I will do it for me.”

He pointed a finger at me. “I want a full report.”

“Whatever.”

“Who’s in charge, Rayne?”

“In bed. Not my personal life.”

“I didn’t mean like that.” He cracked up with a laugh. “I meant, I’m the one in charge of the cock.”

Rolling my eyes, I relented. “Fine. I’ll let you know what she says.”

“Finally.” He spread his arms wide. “Then, I’m all yours again.”

If only he really were.

No, Rayne.Bad Rayne.

I dramatically stuck out my lower lip. “Too bad I have to get ready for work. We don’t have time.”

I stole a glance at his erection. It bobbed under the covers, and it made me feel attractive, and I wished I didn’t have to work.

“No time for a blow-job lesson, but you don’t need them anymore anyway. At least, not every day.”

I lifted my gaze. “I don’t?”

“You know you don’t.” He smirked. “You know that you know what you’re doing.”

I tried to hide my grin. He was right. I knew what I was doing at this point.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want you sucking my dick though. You can still do that whenever you want.”

I snickered. “Noted.”

“We have time for a quickie though.” He slapped his thigh. “Hop up here and ride me, Rayne.”

And just like that, I no longer wanted to have sex.

Turning away, I quickly scooted off the bed and said, “No, I don’t think we have time. I need to get to the office early.”

He snagged my arm and pulled me down onto my back. My head landed on his upper leg, and I was forced to look up at him.

“What’s wrong?”

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