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“Look at you, sucking my cock like such a good girl.”

She grips my base tighter, trying to draw more of me into her mouth. It makes pleasure wash through me, brings me closer to the edge, and my fist tightens in her hair.

“Yes, like that,” I grate out, voice shredded as I feel myself losing control. I reach down to touch her breast, tweaking her tight nipple with my fingers. “Take all of me, baby.”

Another moan vibrates down my shaft as she draws me back into her throat, gagging on my size. Heat bolts through me, and when she reaches down to tug on my balls, I explode.

“Fuck, Daisy—”

I’m dimly aware of her writhing and groaning on the floor as I spill down her throat, one hand tight in her hair, a bestial moan tearing from my mouth. It takes me a few minutes to blink the haze from my vision, and when I finally look down at Daisy again, she’s licking my shaft clean, smiling at me like a fucking porn star.

Christ.

She lets me go with a sigh, pulling her dress up and rising to her knees to flop onto the sofa beside me. I tug my still-throbbing dick back into my pants and pull Daisy into my side. She’s so soft and pliant in my arms, letting her head fall onto my exposed chest. I can’t imagine sending her home, telling her she can’t use the darkroom anymore after all the progress she’s made.

“Daisy… I want nothing more than to take you up to my bed, to sleep beside you, but Jess is coming home after work later, and…”

“I understand.” She sits up, adjusting her dress. “I’ll go.”

“I’m not ending things,” I say hastily, needing to make that crystal clear. “I don’t want to lose you, baby. I just need to figure this out.”

My mind works overtime, trying to come up with a solution to this mess. Jess said he works late into the night, so I could still see Daisy in the evenings before then. She could still use the darkroom when Jess is at work, as long as she’s careful not to leave any of her belongings lying around the house. Not that she would—she’s too considerate for that. I could put a lock on the darkroom. It’s unlikely Jess would go down to the basement anyway; he lives his entire life in his room on the top floor. Daisy couldn’t sleep over, of course, that would be too risky, but I could go to her place when her roommate is out of town, and if we ever wanted to get more time alone we could go to the beach house. In fact…

“When do you next have a day off?”

She glances back at me. “Um, I’m not working next weekend. Why?”

“I want to go to the beach house with you. On purpose this time.”

Her brown eyes sparkle. “I’d love that.”

I grin, ignoring the unease that snakes through me. I’ll make this work. It’s not ideal, but it means I don’t have to lose her. Of course, it also means lying to Jess, but as I pull Daisy against my chest, that feels like a small price to pay.

I press my lips to her forehead, my heart pummeling my ribcage, and not because she just gave me the blowjob of a fucking lifetime. It’s not about sex at all, actually. It’s abouther. It’s the way I spend all day looking forward to seeing her. The lengths she goes to to care for me, from the simple act of creating coffee just to make me smile, to bringing me a birthday cake despite me telling her I couldn’t see her anymore. The fact that she was willing to sacrifice whatever this is between us, so I could have my son back in my life.

You’ve been through hell, Wes. You deserve something good.

I think of Pauline’s words from my birthday lunch, and my arms tighten around Daisy protectively. She might be prepared to sacrifice us, but I’m not. I won’t let go of this woman now that I’ve found her. I can’t.

Not even for my son.

32

Daisy

Weston grins as we step from his car. I stretch, my back stiff after the drive and a ten-hour shift at Joe’s. When I try to grab my duffel bag from the trunk, Wes nudges me aside and carries both our bags, leaving me trailing behind him up the path empty-handed, but grinning with anticipation.

I run my eyes over the weathered cedar siding, burnished by the evening light, and I’m immediately taken back to the night Jess and I arrived, and how hesitant I felt with him. Guilt swirls through me as Wes and I step inside, thinking about Jesse’s apology last week, and that he made up with his dad. He’s not a bad guy, and he doesn’t deserve us sneaking around on him like this.

But as Wes drops our bags and turns to me with a sinful smile, any guilt I feel melts away. Weston is worth everything.

“Hi,” I say, which is ridiculous after we just spent an entire car ride together. But we didn’t say much; instead, we enjoyed each other’s company.

Wes and I have hardly seen one another since the day he reconciled with Jess. He’s popped into Joe’s each morning forcoffee like the old days, and when no one else is around, I’m able to steal a quick kiss, even though what I’ve really wanted is for him to lock the door and bend me over the counter. Ever since that moment in his basement, I haven’t stopped thinking about the taste of him, the feel of him in my mouth. I’d always assumed giving head was a chore, something you did for the other person, and I’d never expected to enjoy it myself, but being on my knees, watching him slowly lose his mind as I pleasured him, made me feel powerful. I’ve been horny as fuck ever since, and I know I’m not alone in that because Wes spent the entire car ride here stroking my thigh, touching my hair, gripping my hand. I was electric and restless in my seat, hoping that once we got inside he’d rip my clothes off and reward me for waiting.

But as Wes steps back from me, my brows collide in frustration. What’s he doing? That car ride was like two hours of foreplay, and I’m more than ready to go.

“Let’s eat,” Wes says, his voice husky as he turns away from me, dragging a hand through his hair.

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