Page 3 of Total Shutdown

Lying back on her elbows, she’s all confidence—spreading her knees and showing me her perfect pink pussy.

“I might not kiss, but I don’t mind your mouth here.”

Don’t fucking come. Don’t fucking come.

Her winged eyeliner is slightly smudged around the corner of her left eye, and when I drop to my knees in front of her, I’m certain it will be right across her face by the time I finish my meal.

She won’t do dating, she won’t do kissing, she won’t give me more than tonight. So, I guess I’ll just have to make these next few hours count.

I hook her right leg over my shoulder, and her breathing picks up, satisfying me briefly.

My hand moves to her soaked inner thighs, and she sucks in a sharp breath when I tease my fingertips along her damp skin.

“I’m on birth control, and I get checked after each time I’m with someone.”

My eyes snap to hers, chest tightening. “I haven’t been with anyone in … a long while.”

Collins’s usual hard expression softens a fraction. “Okay. Good. Other than kissing, I’m comfortable with most stuff.”

My fingers find her center.

Jesus, she’s dripping.

Yeah, she’s hot for me.

“Just …”

I pause and wait for her to continue. She doesn’t.

“Just what, Baby Girl?”

Her eyes flare wide, and I fight back a smirk. I knew she’d hate that, but I couldn’t help myself. She doesn’t get to have it all her way.

I see that she wants to scold me for calling her a cutesy nickname, but she doesn’t. Instead, she opens her legs wider, digging her heel into my shoulder.

“At thirty-five, you have nine years on me, and that makes you the oldest guy I’ve ever slept with. I expect you to be the best yet.” She presses her heel in a little more. “Just don’t put it in my ass. That’s not something I offer up to anyone.”

CHAPTERTWO

COLLINS

Goddamn, Collins.

Why the fuck are you here?

It has to be the early hours of the morning as I lie flat on my back, staring up at Sawyer’s blue ceiling.

Who paints their fucking ceiling?

Men I shouldn’t sleep with—that’s who.

Did he have some leftover paint when he finished the walls or something? Or was he just bored?

A bit like me last night, with all the vanilla sex taking place.

I had known it. I damn well knew it would be a disappointment. From the second he crawled over me and started with the missionary position, I had known I’d be counting down the minutes.

At least I came.

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