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I knew it! I knew he knew Tim’s ass beat his.

“Good night, Mami,” he throws over his shoulder with a smirk. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I shake my head with a smile as I watch his bedroom door close behind him. I’m going to miss that diva.

My phone buzzes, reminding me that I haven’t checked the messages. I swipe up, unlocking the screen, and see it’s a text message.

Unknown Number: I heard you needed a job. I have a proposition for you.

Radio host: Would you say your fans have been like one big family support system?

Penelope: Yes! That’s exactly what they’ve been. One giant family that wraps me up in their arms and encourages me to fight for my dreams. Fight for my soul.

Radio host: That’s beautiful. I’m so happy you were able to stop by today and share your story with us, Penelope. We wish you all the best of luck with your upcoming surgery.

Penelope: Thank you so much, Brian, and to all the fans listening. The next time I see you all, I hope it’s in front of the lights.

Radio host: You’re listening to the last interview ever given by Penelope Lambros, almost five years ago to the day. As most of you know, soon after her failed surgery, she was found unresponsive in her home by her bodyguard. She never achieved her dream of hearing again.

Radio host 2: I wonder whatever happened to her son?

Radio host: The last I heard, he was doing well in the Marine Corp. He’d become an interpreter.

Radio host 2: I wonder if he still plays music?

Radio host: Well, per his mom, he would never give it up for anything. That’s all for tonight, Nevada, hug your kids, and we’ll see you tomorrow.

Two months later…

“We’re stuffing this gown in my purse before we leave.”

Standing in the tiled bathroom, I glance at the woman in the mirror. “You’re serious? You really want to steal this hospital gown?”

Milah shrugs a delicate shoulder, tying one of the four ties at my side. “It’s super easy access, don’t you think?”

My chest rumbles. “Only if we can put it on you. I’m not feeling very manly in it.”

Her eyes twinkle from behind my shoulder. “That’s a shame,” she says, tugging my arm so I turn around. Finding my jeans on the counter, she tosses them to the floor and lowers to her knees. “Hold this,” she tells me, handing me the bottom of the gown, pushing it up over my hips.

My dick jumps as if he’s already trying to slip between her lips.

“See, your dick likes the easy access too,” she gloats.

“It’s just your lips,” I tease. “Anytime you start talking—”

Her lips cover the tip, and she takes a long pull that sends my back pushing up against the cold mirror. “Fuck,” I groan.

“We’re getting there. Don’t rush me,” she says pulling my cock out of her mouth so I can read her lips. The cold air hits the heated flesh and she grins and slides it back in.

I manage not to roll my eyes because, when her hand fists the base of my cock and matches the rhythm of her mouth, I can only close my eyes. “Let’s cancel this appointment. Dr. Callahan will have other openings.”

I crack my eyes and see her grinning with my cock in her mouth. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. But then she pops back off so she can respond. “No. My new boss was adamant that I take the time off now before the grand opening.”

Her mouth goes back to my cock, the warmth hitting me straight in the balls. “Your boss needs to settle his eager ass down.”

She grins, her hand working up and down my length as I watch the tip almost pop out before she sucks it back in. If she isn’t careful, I’m going to come down her pretty little throat.

She pops off again, and I groan. “Don’t stop,” I whine. Really. This is fucking torture.

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