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“Put your money where your mouth is.”

“Right now, I’m tempted to put my mouth somewhere else entirely.”

“Then do it.”

He groaned and sat up, and for one awful second, I thought he was leaving.

“You play havoc with my self-control, beautiful.”

Beautiful? “You have an unfair advantage. You know what I look like.”

“And that’s the way it’s got to stay.”

“Why?”

“Like I said before, I’m not the type of guy you take to meet your mother.”

Well, I knew he didn’t have piercings all over his face or a punk hairstyle, so why would he think that? “Do you have tattoos or something?”

“A couple. Just trust me when I say the good lady of the house wouldnotbe happy if you invited me over for dinner.”

“Where?”

“Where what?”

“Where are the tattoos?”

He took my left hand and moved it to his upper arm. “A grenade with seven flames here.” Our hands reached to the left side of his chest. “An infinity symbol here.” And to the top of his back. “The last one I got was a Chinese symbol after I’d had too much to drinkavec mes amiesone night. I don’t know what it means, and I don’t think I want to. How about you? Do you have a secret tattoo somewhere?”

I spluttered out a laugh. “No way. Mother would go mental if I did that.”

Even Angie didn’t dare.

“Do you ever do anything becauseyouwant to do it?”

His words gouged deep. Until his first message had lit up my phone on St. David’s Day, I’d never contemplated stepping out of the comfort zone I’d hidden inside for my entire life. But now? He made me see things differently, even if I couldn’t see him.

“I’m doing you.”

Fire surged through me once again as his lips met mine, but the kiss didn’t last long. He was already getting hard again when he slid out of me and lifted me to my knees on top of the box.

“Hands and knees,mon cœur.”

“Why? What are you going to do?” I asked, but even as the words left my mouth, I was already leaning forwards.

“You wanted a taste, and I’m not letting you kneel on that dirty floor.”

Oh! Freaking heck, I needed to make another mortifying confession. “Uh, I’ve never...”

He brushed my hair away from my face and fisted it into a ponytail behind my head. “It doesn’t matter.”

Okay, I knew the theory. I’d read enough books, and if I cared to admit it, which I didn’t, possibly watched the odd naughty video as well. I could do this.

Well, firstly he was bigger than I thought. Barely a third of his cock fitted into my mouth, if my hands were to be believed, and when he hit the back of my throat, I gagged.

He stroked my cheek. “Easy, Gus.”

Right, don’t panic. I tried licking the end, and his groan suggested I was doing something right. The salty, musky taste of him overwhelmed my senses as I found a rhythm, licking and sucking until...

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