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I give him one more kiss and take a step back. “I have to go. I’m taking my coffee with me. Drink yours and I’ll see you later.”

Sawyer grins. “I’m not going to spoil the taste in my mouth.”

“You’re a freak,” I laugh.

Chapter 28

Reece

I have never looked forward to work more than I do today. I take extra care with my appearance because I want to make an effort for Sawyer.

My phone pings with a text. I dash to the living room from the bathroom like a lovestruck teenager. Asher. My heart speeds up and my cock stirs, and my excitement is uncontrolled.

Asher: Good morning, beautiful.

My heart explodes. And apparently, it can explode twice because the next text that comes in is from Sawyer.

Sawyer: Hey, handsome. I’m picking you up this morning. Wait for me.

I answer Sawyer first: Hey. I’m a little shy to include an endearment. And anyway, even if I wasn’t shy I’d choose an endearment like hot guy. Not something sweet like beautiful or handsome. I send a follow-up text: Okay. I’ll wait.

Sawyer goes offline and I return Asher’s text.

Me: Good morning, Ash

Ash: I’ll be thinking about you all day today

Me: Me too

Me: I didn't change my mind. Is it really still okay that I’m attracted to your husband?

Ash: Fuck, beautiful. It’s so okay.

How is all of this so fucking easy?

Ash goes offline. Sawyer knocks on my door fifteen minutes later.

He steps inside and I rush forward, unsure of what I should be doing, but before I know it, I’m throwing my arms around his neck.

“I didn’t change my mind,” I whisper into the skin below his ear.

He chuckles, pulling away to look at me. “Thank fuck.” His eyes drop to my lips. I part them, inviting him in. “Can I kiss you?” he asks. “Asher knows I want to.”

I nod because words are lodged inside my throat. My cock, semi hard from the time I texted with Asher, now hardening.

“Ash and I fucked this morning,” he murmurs against my mouth. I expel a breath of air across his lips. I’m so hard. “He fed me my cum and then he sucked his cum out of my ass and fed it to me.”

My breathing escalates. Fuck.

“He told me to tell you what I had in my mouth when I kiss you this morning.”

Fuck, I can’t—

I smash my lips to his, tightening my arms around his neck and devouring his mouth. He groans, kissing me back with equal force. I taste inside his mouth, and the knowledge that the remnants of the sex they had is within the recesses of Sawyer’s mouth makes me savage. I suck inside his mouth, trying to get to those remnants.

“Fuck, we’re gonna have such a good time, Reece, baby. I can’t wait,” Sawyer whispers between kisses.

After what feels like hours and no time at all, Sawyer pulls away. “When do you want to talk about it?” he asks.

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