Page 150 of Filthy Love

Some nightmares were overcome with a smile.

Fuck him, he was getting flowery in his old age.

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It wasn’t an altogether lie getting Hawk out of the MC today and over to her office. She did want shelves placing on the wall and a few other DIY jobs she knew if she attempted them the whole building would need remodelling within a week. She had a magic touch with animals and baked good and she had an ear for everyone but put power tools anywhere near Gia and things spontaneously broke all on their own. Her dad still talked about the great flood of 2014 when her laundry room became a makeshift pool house for a few hours one summer.

Her real reason though, was to get him alone because though he hadn’t said a word about it when he’d left her place, she could tell something was bubbling under his surface, he’d been distance more than usual when they’d made dinner together and he hadn’t commentated at all with the tv show she’d chosen for them.

She was worried but his affection in the gym calmed her somewhat.

Now she just wanted to be alone with him.

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His Gia was a sneaky, little girl. Using a fabricated hoax that she needed a handyman when all the time she’d watched him drill holes in the walls and hang shelves she’d really wanted to get into his fucking pants.

I want to feel you in my mouth, Colton.

Hawk withheld his filthy smirk.

She could have just asked him to unzip, he’d be more than happy to let her do whatever she wanted to him.

Only now, she was nervously twitching her skinny fingers watching him unbuckle his belt, turning pink while she licked her full lips.

“Anxious?” He locked his body over hers in a lithe movement of muscle, bringing them face to face. “I’ve remembered everything about this mouth, it’s tortured me. The curves and lines when you’re joyful or sad, muddled, nervous, happy. There’s a scar on your top lip I can only see when I’m close enough. I know each mood by a slight tilt to your mouth. I could identify your tongue in a line-up because you lick the corner of your lip when you concentrate. Do you think that I think this mouth can do any wrong? Do you think I haven’t imagined it in every dirty and good way possible already? On my mouth, or wrapped around my fingers, or sucking my unworthy dick?”

She hummed a musical note, pushing him back so his ass hit the edge of her desk and leaning forward she captured what she’d asked for with her open, pink lips.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

It was game over from that moment.

He was a useless bag of shit the second she sucked his dick into her mouth.

No good to anyone while she licked him up and down and hummed like a fucking angel as she went.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, shitting god.

“Gia.” Nothing else came to mind, it was empty space to rent in there.

Fucking tumbleweed blew through.

If she sucks me any harder, I’m gonna fucking die.

Oh, Christ, suck, little bit, that’s it.

She’s killing me.

It’s too good.

Killing. Me.

Bracing his hands before he dug them into her hair, he didn’t want to hurt her by slamming into her throat. But, fuck, the want of it was a scream through his stomach.

He’d never let anyone near his cock this way.

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