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I rolled my head gently across his chest, inhaling him. This was all so foreign to me. I wouldn’t say that Mike liked it when other guys came on to me or made lewd comments, but he didn’t go off attacking them.

“Chase.” I looked up at him. “Doesn’t the age difference bother you, even a little?”

“We’ve been through this before, Jillian. No, it doesn’t.”

That tune could easily change if we started making more public appearances together. The thought of him getting provoked by all the snickers and mother-son references was exhausting.

He gave me a whisper kiss, then caressed my cheek. “Stop searching for things that aren’t there. It’s about you and me, not about the years between us. When I first saw you, I didn’t think you were gorgeous for an older woman. I thought you were gorgeous, period.”

My mom started out beautiful to my dad too. Until she wasn’t. Maybe my periodwasmaking me a little emotional. I dug into my purse and found a makeup cloth. Then I rubbed it all over my eyes.

“What about now?” I said.

Chase gave me one of those funny looks I was getting so accustomed to. “Whataboutnow?”

“This is what I look like on two hours of sleep. I don’t bounce back as easily as I did fifteen years ago. Back then, I could pull all-nighters no problem and look like I just came back from a day at the spa. You think you’ve really seen me before? You haven’t. I always fell asleep with my makeup on. This is me, bags and all.”

Perhaps emotional wasn’t the right word. Fucking insane fit me better. I’d just pointed out the flaws that I spent a full hour covering up.

“Still gorgeous.”

I shook my head. He was insane too, but at least we had that in common. Unlike our peer group.

He started laughing. “Is this another way of trying to scare me off? You’ll have to do better than that.”

I flattened my lips together, and he seemed to find that humorous as well. This guy was an enigma, but I really, really liked him. And if he truly didn’t care about my age, I’d try to ignore it too. It’s not like we were going to be together for the long haul anyway. Daniel was hopefully coming home in four months, and I wasn’t going to visibly grow much older in that time period.

So, in the meantime… I pulled him behind the counter. There were a few bags of paper coffee cups and napkins stacked on the shelves, but for the most part, it was cleared out until used again. I kneeled down in front of him.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” I still hadn’t sucked him dry yet. The night before, it’d turned back to me again, and although I was very, very happy, I wanted to do something solely for him.

I tugged at his zipper, but he stopped my hand. “I’m not going to have you do this here.”

“Your cock disagrees with you.” He could argue all he wanted, but the hard-on right in front of me didn’t lie. “And you’re in a perfect place to keep watch.”

He groaned when I freed him, and all of a sudden, his half-hearted attempts to stop me weren’t working any longer. No one could see me; I was sheltered all around. If anyone walked in, they’d only see Chase from the waist up.

I slipped him past my lips and into my mouth, and he fisted my hair. For a moment, I thought he was going to yank me off, but he pushed me deeper. I took him as far as I could into my throat, twirling my tongue around his pulsing skin. He tasted divine.

“Fuck, Jillian.” He thrust into my mouth. “So good.”

It didn’t take long at all. My jaw was stretched to accommodate him, but it didn’t even have a chance to ache before I felt the first hot spurts. I swallowed him down. And swallowed. And swallowed. It kept coming, and I couldn’t get it down fast enough. Was there such a thing as asphyxiation by ejaculation?

When he disengaged from my lips, he was still hard, making me wish I liked period sex. I gazed up at his very satisfied expression and wondered if I looked that dreamy after he made me come hard. Which was always.

Chase grasped my arms and pulled me up to him, kissing me deeply, which was one of the most fucking erotic things I’d ever experienced.

“So, teacher,” I whispered when his lips left mine, “how am I doing? Do I need more practice?”

A low rumble came from his throat, reminding me of a growl. “Only with me, Wild Horses.”

He followed up with another kiss, and for a free, take-care-of-herself woman, I felt hopelessly claimed.

“You look nice.”

I lifted my head and smiled. “Thank you.” I finished watering my flowers on the side of the house, then walked over to the fence that separated our yards.

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