Page 88 of I Knead You Tonight

I smack his naked chest. “Shut up, you ass.”

“Come on,” he coaxes, rolling over me until I’m pinned under him, fitting himself between my legs like he belongs there. And, okay, maybe he does, and the confidence he exudes is enough to awaken a throbbing between my legs. “Let’s do it again.”

“Let’s not.”

“Why? You can’t tell me it wasn’t good.”

“How would I know? It was just a dream.”

He pushes his already hard dick into me. “You’re a tease.”

“No, a tease would wake you up with a blow job and then not let you finish. I’m notthatmean.”

“I mean, youdidsuck my cock last night and not let me come in your mouth.”

“That was entirely on you, buddy.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “Fine. You win this round.” He presses a quick kiss to my lips. “What’s on the agenda today? I mean, after morning sex and all.”

“Well, first, there will be no morning sex. Second,wehave to work.”

He groans, rolling off me.

Pop.

There is no mistaking that the noise coming from his body didn’t sound right.

“Winston? What the fuck was that?”

He’s lying there, jaw clenched, cradling his shoulder.

“It was nothing,” he lies.

“Nothing never means nothing,” I say, repeating his words back to him. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s just my shoulder.”

“Obviously,” I say, sitting up. “What exactly is wrong with it?”

“It’s not a big deal.” He rolls away from me. “It just does that sometimes.”

“Itisa big deal.” I pull at him, trying to get him to roll back my way. “Come on.”

“No.”

“Yes. Talk to me.”

“Stop!” he yells.

I freeze.

He glowers at me. “Just fucking stop. Leave it alone.”

Slowly, I pull my hands away. “Okay.”

He stares straight ahead, and I know he regrets his yelling instantly and wants to apologize.

He knows it won’t do any good.

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