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“Please,” I whimper. “I can’t give you details. Just let me help you.”

His attention dances between my eyes and my trembling lip like he’s debating if he wants to dig his heels in or give up and give me what I want.

Because he was here for a reason, and that reason wasn’t me or my tears.

I dart my tongue out and wet my lower lip, knowing damn well I’m not playing fair and it will push him over the edge.

“Fuck, Kitten.” He adjusts his stance, his cock lengthening against the hollow of my belly. His eyes darken and narrow as he speaks through gritted teeth. “We’re not done talking about this.”

I nod, letting him believe what he needs.

Because I’ll fix this long before he’ll ever hear about the interview. He won’t have to know I let him down.

I’ll fix it.

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

BISHOP

Willow kisses me like I’m the only one who can chase away her demons.

Demons she refuses to share.

Something has her spooked, and I’m trying to respect her wishes and give her the space she needs until she’s ready. The same way she always waits for me. But fuck, I’ve never been one for patience. Not when it comes to taking care of those I lo?—

What was that?Jackson taunts, and I can feel his smirk curl at the edges of my mind.

Nope. Not going there.

Willow is a means to an end. She’s the reason I can get up every morning and do the job I’m meant to without drowning in dark thoughts. Of course, I care about her, but I’m not about to examine those feelings any closer. Especially when I can taste her tears on our lips.

Willow’s hands drop from my face and press against my chest. When she pushes me back, I immediately miss the feel of her lips on mine.

She looks up, and I’m caught off guard by the wicked grin she gives me. It’s a stark contrast to the pain and hurt she wore moments before.

With all the grace of a ballerina, Willow falls to her knees, and my mouth drops along with her. I know exactly what she has in mind long before she fists my warmups between her deft fingers and tugs them and my boxers down, situating them just past my ass.

A grunt passes my lips in protest. As much as I’d love a blowjob, I don’t want this to be solely about me. She needs this too.

“You don’t have to—” The words die on my tongue, replaced with a moan when her lips wrap around the head of my cock. “Oh fuck, Kitten.”

My head falls back, and I reach out and grip the edge of her desk to steady myself as all the blood in my brain rushes south.

I take it back. I want this just as much as I want to please her. I want to let her worship me on her knees before I bury my cock in her tight cunt and wreck her until she’s hoarse from calling out my name.

“I know I don’t have to. I want to,” she says with a smile before sliding my length into her mouth.

Forcing myself to think beyond my cock for two-point-five seconds, I read between the lines of her words. I absolutely believe she wants to. But I also believe she is one hundred percent avoiding whatever it is she doesn’t want to tell me. It’s exactly what I’ve done every time I need a distraction. She’s playing me at my own game, and she’s a fucking pro.

As if she knows my mind is wandering, Willow dances her tongue over the barbels on the underside of my shaft, pulling a needy moan from my throat.

Check mate, Kitten.

For now.

She lets out a low appreciative hum, taking me deeper before pulling back. Her tongue flicks around the crown of my cock, teasing the sensitive nerves below the head before taking me tothe back of her throat again. The blonde curls I’ve come to love fall across her face and I curl over her, gathering them in my fist so I don’t miss a moment of watching her devour me.

“Goddamn,” I curse. She’s entirely too good at this.

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