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Brock held up a finger. “But no more subway. That shit is horrible.”

“You’ve got a deal. We’ll just do a lot of walking,boyfriend.” I smiled and pressed my lips to his, and we fell into a long, passionate kiss—one I hoped told him how happy he’d just made me. Lord knows, Brock certainlyfelthappy, at least part of him did anyway. He was rapidly hardening beneath me. When our kiss broke, I wriggled from his lap and stood.

Brock grabbed my hand. “Where do you think you’re going?”

My answer was to drop to my knees and reach for the waistband of his boxer briefs. “I’m going to show you how happy you’ve just made me.”

“If that’s how you display happiness, you can expect me to keep you smilinga lot.”

I licked the wide crown and swirled my tongue around, looking up beneath my lashes as I took the tasteof him into my mouth. “Show me, Brock. Show me how you like to be sucked.”

“Fuck,” he growled. “You couldn’t be any more perfect.”

Brock dug one of his big hands into the back of my hair and wound a clump tightly around his fist. “Open wide, sweetheart.”

My body tingled with anticipation as I lowered my jaw and hovered over the length of him. He guided my head down slowly, then used my hair to gently pull me back up again. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked as he slipped out almost to the tip. “Just like that, beautiful. Suck my cock just like that.”

He guided my head down again, the second time making me take him a little deeper. Brock’s dick swelled in my mouth as we fell into a rhythm. When I moaned, his grip on my head tightened, and he started to move me faster. A switch seemed to flip, and he went from cautious thrusts to more carnal ones. Before he’d been holding back, stopping when he reached a certain point in my throat, not forcing me to take the full length of him. But now he pushed my head all the way down, letting out a string of curses as he hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered as I swallowed his thick, full length, and I felt a bite of pain when he yanked my head back up by my hair—though it turned me on more than I could’ve imagined.

“Babe,” Brock growled. “I’m going to come.Fuck, I’m gonnaexplode.”

The throaty sound of his voice and the way the words shook as he tried to restrain himself made me desperate to break his last bit of self-control.

Brock loosened his grip on my hair, giving me the chance to pull away before he came. But I didn’t want to stop. Instead, I looked up at him again, letting him know I’d heard his warning before lunging forward and swallowing him to the root without any guidance.

“Fuck,” he roared. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

Hot cum streamed down my throat, while Brock’s body pulsed and jerked. He was still panting a minute later when I wiped my mouth and climbed to my feet.

“Jesus Christ, babe.” He gulped air. “Thatmight be able to get me on the subway.”

I giggled. “I’ve actually seen that doneonthe subway.”

Brock hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. “Come here.” He ran his knuckles down my cheek. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.”

“I really want to make this work, Red.”

“I do, too.”

“Just to be clear, I’m not saying that because of the incredible blow job.”

I laughed. “Sure, you’re not.”

His lip twitched. “Alright, you might’ve given me a bit more incentive…”

I leaned in and rubbed my nose against his. “I really want it to work, too.”

“I’m crazy about you, Red.”

“I’m crazy about you, too, Lumberjack.”

CHAPTER 19

Brock

It felt so damn good to have February back in Meadowbrook, particularly waking up next to her on this Saturday morning. It had only been a week since I was in New York, so it was a treat to be with her again so soon. February had booked a flight at the spur of the moment yesterday afternoon. She’d left work early and arrived here in the evening. She’d only be here until tomorrow, so we planned to make the most of the short weekend together.Could it really be this damn easy?I guess time would tell.

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