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For fuck’s sake. I’m starting to think this is payback for the thirty-day rule.

Hopping up from the couch, I head toward the pantry. “I’m making some popcorn. You want anything while I’m up?”

“Yeah, will you grab me a beer?”

I grab a frosty amber bottle from the fridge, pop the top, and then pour my microwave popcorn into a bowl before returning to him and the game. As I come around the couch, I notice he’s been texting someone, but immediately hides the phone as I sit down.

“So, who’s that?”

“Who’s what?”

“On the phone?” I ask, popping a kernel into my mouth.

“It’s my friend, Zach. He’s just giving me shit for not being around. I’ll have to introduce you. He’s kind of a loner, but he’s a good guy.”

“Ah, does he work with you?”

“No, we grew up next door to one another. He’s quite a few years older than I am. Works at the fire department. I think of him more like a brother than a friend, really.”

“That’s nice. I can’t wait to meet him. I hope you aren’t missing out on seeing him because you’re babysitting me.”

“I’m not babysitting you. I want to be here. I waited thirty fucking days to see you.”

Looking down at my popcorn bowl, I begin to hatch a plan. Snuggling up beside Mick, I pick up several kernels and place them in my napkin. Twisting the napkin into the shape of a cone, I flick my tongue out to grab a piece. I repeat the action several more times, thinking he must really be into the game.

“You’re fucking killing me, Ava.”

I have to bite down on my lip so as not to laugh.

“I could do something to take care of that,” I say, flicking another popcorn kernel with my tongue.

“Ava.”

Flick.

“Ava,” he says a little more sternly now.

“Come on, Mick, it’s just oral.On you.”

A loud groan rumbles from his chest. “If I remember right, last time you did that for me, you were practically begging me to fuck you.”

“I was not!”Well, maybe I was.

Cupping my face in his strong hands, he kisses me sensually and then rests his forehead on mine. “Princess, there’s nothing I’d like better than to see your pretty lips stretched around my dick right now. But, until it’s safe for me to fill that sweet little snatch with my cock, we wait.”

“Ughhh,” I groan loudly. God, his dirty talk does something to me. “I’m starting to think you don’t want me anymore.” Flick.

“Shit. If I keep pounding one off to your bathtub picture, my dick’s going to fall off. Trust me, when it’s safe to go all in, you’re getting it good.” Mick reaches into my popcorn bowl, then mimics my action from his hand, flicking his talented tongue out to capture a kernel.

“Uhhh,” I whine.

“We just need to be sure your head is cleared for takeoff. I can’t promise you’ll be able to walk or sit after I’m done with you, but at least your brain will be okay.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY

Mick

It’s been a few weeks since Ava came home. And except for watching her like a hawk for fear she’ll overdo it, things have been good. I’ve never lived with a woman. Paula and I had been living in dorms on campus when we moved out of our respective family homes. I honestly never thought I’d enjoy sharing my space with a woman. But I’ve never felt so at home as I do when I’m with Ava.

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