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I move my hands to steady myself, placing them on his thighs. He pushes and pulls my head, moaning and grunting with each drive. “You can take all of me,” he insists, his deep voice making me tighten my legs.

But I’m not sure I can takeallof him. I can’t look at him now. I have to focus. “Relax your mouth babe.”

Listening to him, I relax my muscles, allowing my mouth to open wider. His tip hits the back of my throat making me retch, but he doesn’t stop. He only slows slightly, giving me time to get used to the invasion.

Once I’ve mastered long breaths through the nose, I begin tightening my mouth again, letting him know I’m ready for the pace to quicken.

His speed increases, each thrust more purposeful than the last. I steady myself with one hand on his hip as the other caresses him again.

The moans he makes sends my blood racing. He’s turning me on as much as I am him. “Fuck, Mads,” his grip tightens in my hair, his cock hardening in my mouth.

He’s going to come.

I stroke my fingers underneath him, a finger sliding over his rear opening. He finds his release as I apply a little pressure. The force at which his seed hits my throat is extreme. I swallow hard, trying to keep my focus as he groans. His climax is so pleasurable to watch.

As he comes down from his high, he looks at me licking and cleaning him up.

With a quick scoop, I’m brought to my feet. We stand face to face, my lips buzzing, feeling fuzzy. I can’t help but run my finger over them. Taking my hand, he removes it from my lips, then places his mouth against mine.

My eyes close, enjoying his luscious lips on mine. He’s still trying to steady his breathing, small breaths from his nose land on my face as he kisses me slowly. “I’m keeping you,” he says with a smile, his eyes firmly closed.

Chapter Thirteen

Iwake up in VP’s bed. He’s not here, but I can hear him walking around downstairs. It takes my mind a while to take in my surroundings. During all of our shenanigans last night, I didn’t notice any details of his room. Thinking about what we got up to makes me smile the happiest smile I’ve had in months.

I told him I didn’t think he was a bad man. I think hearing me say it made him understand that, although I might not understand what he does, I’m willing to try and understand why. I knew the moment we first met that I wanted him, and last night I couldn’t help give myself over to him freely.

I stretch my aching muscles and plump up the pillow behind my head, then settle back down. The clock on the bedside table says seven-thirty. I have nowhere to be, but I’ll have to let Jess know when I’ll be back.

All four walls of his room are painted dark green. The bed sheets match the dark grey curtains that run all the way to the floor. There isn’t much in ways of decoration, it’s all simple, nothing complicated. It’s calming. For a small house, any more would make it feel crowded.

I hear his footsteps approaching. Walking into the room, he holds two cups of tea. His bottom half is covered in a pair of running shorts and his chest is bare.

He really is handsome. I could lay here all day watching him. “Morning,” my throat is parched as I try to speak.

“Sounds like you need this,” he smiles, passing me the mug. I sit up, getting comfy as I take it. He sits at the end of the bed. Neither of us speaks. We just smile shyly at one another.

“Did you sleep okay?” I hate that I asked, but I have to break the silence.

“Better than I have in weeks.”

My heart races and I can tell my cheeks are blushing.

“I can’t believe I slept for so long.”

“You didn’t even stir when I moved you into the bed. Must have worn yourself out.” The cheeky face is back. I love it.

“Your fault,” I say with a cheeky smile returned to him. “I better text Jess. Let her know when I’ll be home.”

“When will you be home?” he asks.

“Whenever you want rid of me. I’ll call a taxi if you’re busy today.”

His eyes drop, lips pinching together. “First off, you won’t catch a taxi, I’ll take you wherever, whenever you want to go. And second, I don’t ever want to get rid of you. We clear?”

So controlling.

“VP, I’m fine. I don’t want to get in the way of you and the club. Your president, Rocco, wasn’t happy to see me at your clubhouse. I don’t want you to get into trouble over me.”

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