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Her pupils blow wide as she opens her mouth and wraps her glossy lips around the head, taking me all the way to the back of her throat until she gags.

My head drops back on a quiet groan. “Fuuuck.”

I keep my hand in her hair as she moves her head back and forth. Saliva gathers at the corner of her mouth, but she doesn’t pull back, instead she relaxes her throat and sucks me all the way to the hilt, holding there until tears stream from her eyes.

Mascara runs down her face and drool falls from the corners of her mouth as she licks and sucks my length like a pro. She’s a fucking mess below me and it’s a sight to behold.

Liv hollows her cheeks as she picks up the speed and I feel that familiar tingling in my balls as they draw up tight with my impending orgasm.

I take control, holding her head in place as I thrust my hips back and forth, fucking her face. The muscles in my abdomen tighten and sweat builds at the base of my spine as she chokes and gags on my cock.

“Gonna cum, baby.” I warn.

Liv’s eyes snap up to mine as she attempts to nod at me and that’s all it takes to push me over the edge. I snap my hips forward one last time as I spill inside her mouth. A long moan falls from my throat as she swallows every drop, sucking my length until my knees are shaking and I see fucking stars.

She pulls back, her lips releasing me with a loud pop and I stumble back against the vanity behind me. She makes a show of wiping the corners of her mouth and I shake my head at her, my chest heaving with heavy breaths.

“You are gonna be the death of me,” I say breathlessly and she fucking grins at me like the Cheshire cat.

She saunters towards me, bringing her mouth close to mine as she whispers. “I haven’t even started,” before turning and walking out of the bathroom without a backwards glance.

I take a few minutes to compose myself as I try to come to grips with the fact that I just got one of the best blowjobs of my life in the bathroom of my parent’s house while my family sit in the next room eating dinner.

I splash some cold water on my face and wash my hands before looking at myself in the mirror. The man that stares back at me is almost unfamiliar. My eyes are bright with life, my cheeks are flushed and the usual prominent lines on my face are somehow less obvious now.

I shake my head at myself with a disbelieving laugh.

What are you doing to me, woman?

CHAPTER 40

OLIVIA

Grayson returns to the dining room several minutes after me and I try to avoid making eye contact with every single person in the room.

It’s a good job I caught sight of myself in a mirror on my way back from the bathroom because the mascara smudges beneath my eyes would’ve been a dead giveaway to the downright sinful things I just done in that bathroom. I managed to make myself look semi presentable before I came back in here but there’s no way they’re clueless to what just went down between the two of us.

I can feel Savannahs stare burning into the side of my face, but I ignore her, picking up my fork and continuing with my dinner.

I hear the chair next to me scrape against the floor and feel Grayson take his seat next to me just as Noah clears his throat. “Get that out your system?”

Heat flames up my cheeks as Roman coughs into his fist to smother his laugh, Amelia chokes on her wine, and Savannah and Hunter don’t even try to conceal their amusement, the two of them bursting into laughter.

“Shut up, Noah,” Grayson says, and I stare at my plate, wishing that the ground would open up right now and swallow me whole.

I place my fork down, my appetite non existent in the wake of my burning embarrassment and I get the sense that Noah’s comment may have had the same effect on the others because Amelia stands and begins clearing plates from the table, muttering something about boys will be boys.

The only person who is – thankfully – completely oblivious to the awkward atmosphere around her is Reign. She continues to eat her dinner happily as she watches a video on her iPad with headphones protecting her from hearing any out-of-pocket comments made by Noah.

I pick up my glass of wine and throw the liquid back before reaching for the bottle, refilling my glass and polishing that off too.

Roman stands too and as he passes behind Graysons chair, I don’t miss his quiet, “Good on ya, kid.”

I slump back in my seat with a groan and bury my face in my hands. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Grayson snickers next to me and my head swings towards him as I glare daggers in his direction. “This isnotfunny.”

“Oh, come on. It’s a little funny.” Noah pipes up across the table and my eyes snap to him.

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