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He pulled hard on my nipple, and a trail of fire shot straight from my nipple to the V between my legs. I moaned and arched against him. His lips continued to the underside of my breast, tasting every inch of me.

He drizzled the smooth, thick syrup lower, kissing a path down my belly. For once, I wasn’t ashamed of my imperfections. The possessive spread of Joey’s hand on my belly made me feel so sexy, I forgot about my annoying pooch and the thick, horizontal scar that had granted Shane’s entry into the world.

Joey pressed his lips to my scar, then trailed lower.

I froze. “You don’t have to do that,” I said.

He peered up at me. “Why not?”

“It’s not necessary.”

“I disagree.” He squinted with determination. “It is very necessary.”

I put my hands on his shoulders, urging him upward. “I’m just not that into it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“It doesn’t work for me,” I admitted, my face flushing.

His eyes twinkled mischievously. “You don’t like it?”

I shrugged. This was embarrassing. I was pretty sure oral sex wasn’t for me. I’d never had an orgasm from it before, and most of the time, I suffered through the entire act, trying not to laugh or squirm. I was always too worried about what the man was thinking to relax. And then I got bored.

“Not really,” I admitted. His breath was warm on my thigh as he hovered over me. Okay, that felt kind of good. And seeing his dark head poised over my center was doing all kinds of things to my raging libido, but I felt like I should let him off the hook. “We just had sex,” I said, as if it was in any possible to forget what we’d just done against the door. “You don’t have to do it.”

“Let me try.” His cocky smile said he was ready for the challenge. “I want to taste you.”

Joey’s voice reading an email turned me on, but him talking dirty in his sexy accent sent a bolt of lust zigzagging through my body. He kissed lower on my belly. The soft scrape of his morning scruff against my heated skin made me think this wouldn’t be so bad. I lay back on the mattress and closed my eyes. If Joey was determined to do this, I would let him. I just hoped he’d give up before we hit awkward territory. I really hated faking orgasms, but I would do it to soothe his wounded pride.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said.

I forced myself to relax and lay back on the bed.This isn’t a big deal.This was just me receiving oral from a man I’d been fantasizing about for months—moments after I’d begged him to fuck my brains out.Not embarrassing.Not at all.

Joey bent to his task. My hips jerked, and he planted his hand firmly on my belly to hold me down. And then his tongue was on me. He sucked the tight bundle of nerves at my entrance, and a spark that rivaled the Fourth of July burst inside me.

His tongue swirled against my clit, and my hips bucked. I was eager for more. This wasn’t so bad. Unsurprisingly, Joey was good at this, too. He dragged me to the edge of the mattress and hooked my thighs over his shoulders.

Then his mouth was on me again and I was suddenly very into it—so into it, my next breath depended on his tongue, licking me into oblivion. He alternated some magic formula of flicking and sucking that made me throb all over. Little quakes of pleasure spread through my body until I felt like I was a mass of sensations. Just when I thought it was too much, that I would explode from the friction inside me begging to be let out, Joey pulled back.

“Want me to stop?” His teasing tone told me he knew the answer.

“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please don’t stop.”

He slipped a finger inside me, and I gasped. He eased another finger inside and went back to work, sucking and licking my swollen clit. I dug my fingers into his hair, and my thighs locked around his head. I was probably killing him and would end up in cunnilingus jail, but I no longer cared as shockwaves of pleasure rolled over me, and I came against his mouth.

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Chapter 15

Gabi

I blacked out for a minute in a state of pure bliss. When I came to my senses, I was staring at the ceiling, not quite sure what had happened. Then I realized I’d had an earth-shattering orgasm, and I finally got it. That was what all the fuss was about.

I floated back to reality, feeling carefree and weightless.

All I could think was wow. Just wow.

The fuss had been worth the wait.

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