Page 71 of My Silver Lining

Back and forth.

Feeling him grow between my lips.

He gripped my hair as he moaned.

I felt powerful and sexy and desired.

I moved faster, loving the way that I affected him.

I wanted to bring him to the edge, over and over.

And that’s exactly what I did.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and I swirled my tongue as I took him so deep that I gagged the slightest bit, as he bucked into my mouth.

He fisted my hair in warning, trying to pull me back, but I stayed right there.

I felt it just before it happened.

And I relished in the pleasure that I gave him as he cried out my name and went over the edge.

I stayed right there until I swallowed every last drop.

When I peeked up at him, he was looking down at me like he’d just had the best blow job of his life.

Mission accomplished.

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Rafe

To saythat the wedding had gone better than expected was an epic understatement.

Chloe had backed the fuck off after Lulu had talked to her.

I’d gotten the blow job of the century in a closet during the reception.

And my fake girlfriend was by far the most fun date I’d ever been with.

We laughed. We drank. We ate. We danced. We sang.

We’d both been on our knees and swapped epic orgasms.

I’d call this a win.

We walked hand in hand to the waiting car, and dread filled me because I knew our little game was coming to an end.

There were no more events.

No more people to fool.

We’d remain friends, but I knew that wouldn’t involve sharing hotel rooms and naked showers and going down on one another in maintenance closets.

I opened the back door, and she slipped inside. I moved to sit beside her, and our driver took us back to the hotel.

Lulu pulled her phone from her purse and turned it back on, which was followed by a slew of annoying beeps to alert her to all the missed calls and texts.

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