Page 60 of The Puckable Playbook

She shakes her head. “It felt wrong. You were—”

“With the wrong person,” I finish, angling my hips into her again. Something inside me mends when I think about Len waiting in the wings while I was ruining my life with Trish. Like a higher power was looking out for me the entire time, lingering to see if I’d get my head on straight, and Len is the prize for all the anguish and mindfuck I went through. “Show me now,” I urge.

“I shouldn’t. I can’t.”

“Look at me, sweetie.” Her eyes open, and somehow, the connection between us sparks even brighter. “I want you to.”

“Zaiah…” She swallows, gripping my shoulders. “I’d be embarrassed.”

“Do you feel good right now? Working over my cock?”

She peers down, and she gasps a little when she realizes she’s still moving her hips against mine. “I’m sorry.” She stops immediately, but then she groans a few moments later. “I want it. I can’t stop.”

“Don’t stop, pretty girl.” I guide her over me again, but she takes control.

“You don’t know how many times I thought about this.”

“Show me. Show me there was something better out there for me.”

Wonder lights her gaze. “Better?”

“So much better.”

I wait with bated breath until her hand snakes down between us. She circles her fingers over her clit, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Her mouth opens in a silent moan, head falling back.

“Let me hear you. I want it all.”

Her fingers don’t falter. They swirl faster, matching her release of breaths. “Zaiah, oh. Yes.” A long moan escapes. “Please.”

I grit my teeth to keep from moving with her as she continues to rock against me.

Within no time, her movements become jerky.

“Yes. Yes,” she pants.

Fuck. I love to see her like this. No inhibitions, just beautiful, sensual pleasure. The noises clawing from her throat are addictive, and I can’t tear my gaze away.

“I’m going to—” She lets out a short scream before collapsing on top of me, hips moving ever so slowly against mine.

Surprise ricochets through me. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and I hold her, tightening my arms around herprotectively. That was so quick. So responsive. “Sweetie, that was all for me. That was so perfect.”

She moans into my chest, her fingers clawing into my pec like she wants to be even closer.

My thoughts exactly. I stand, and she wraps her legs around my waist, but she immediately pulls away, eyes wide. “You can pick me up.”

“Sweetie, you weigh nothing. I probably deadlift triple your weight.”

She barely contains a smirk as I carry her to her room. For a moment, I keep her in my arms. Her fingers lightly stroke the back of my neck. When I stare into her eyes, I see a whole new Len.

I was with the wrong girl the entire time. I know that with absolute certainty now.

Placing her down on the bed, I caress my fingers up her throat to her chin so she’ll look at me. “Thank you for sharing that with me. To watch you do that?” I swallow. “You don’t even know, Len.”

I’d been kicked around too long. Confidence in the dirt because of what Trish did to me, but to think there was someone there all along?

Her gaze drags down my body. “Do you want me to…”

Reaching for my dick, I squeeze it through my jeans. God, I want to let her. I want to see those innocent eyes stare up at me as she takes my cock into her mouth, but on the chance that she’s not one hundred percent sober, I can’t do it. Not for any gentlemanly reasons, but because I have a feeling her lips around me will be life changing, and if she retreats afterward, I won’t be able to stand it.

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