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“We... we should get cleaned up.” He bites his lip.So fucking cute.
Taking a step back, I grab the hand he used to jerk off, the one that’s still covered in his cum, and bring it up to my mouth. His eyes widen like he can’t believe what I’m about to do. But I give him a smug look, and without my eyes ever leaving his, I lick as much of his cum off his hand as I can.
“Fucking hell,” Levi breaths out in awe.
“Yum.” I lick my lips. “Thanks.” I wink at him.
Levi lets out a soft laugh, smiling back. “You're something else.” He shakes his head.
“Is that a bad thing?” I chuckle.
“No.” He smiles. “Not at all.”
We tuck ourselves away and leave the stall to wash up.
As we’re leaving, I pull Levi back. He looks up at me with a question in his hazel eyes.
“You still have some tears,” I say, reaching up to brush them away.
“Oh.”
“Levi?”
“Yes?” he whispers.
“These are the only tears I want to see from you, okay?”
He blinks, lips parted like he doesn’t know what to say.
“If anyone makes you cry, anyone but me—and that’s only while you're choking on my cock—let me know and I’ll make sure it never happens again. Understand me?” There’s a protective growl in my tone, but I mean it. His ex did a number on him, making him second-guess things he enjoys, like there's something wrong with it. Not with me. He never has to feel judged with me.
“Okay,” he whispers.
He goes to look down, but I grip his chin, making him look back up at me. “Thank you.”
“For what? The orgasm?” he chuckles. “Thanks right back at you.”
“No.” I search his eyes. “For trusting me.”
Not wanting to make him feel any more uncomfortable than I can see him getting, I give him another kiss, spin him around, and slap his ass. “Back to work, you sexy little thing.”
“Hey, I’m not little.” Levi shoots me a glare over his shoulder.
“Oh, trust me.” I give him a naughty grin. “I know you're not.”
Chapter 7
Levi
“Should I be concerned with why you look so happy shoving that thermometer up Mr. Whiskers’ butt?” Abby, one of the other vet techs I work with, asks as she comes into the examination room.
“What?” I blink, giving her an odd look. “What are you talking about?”
She looks down, and I follow her sight, seeing a very angry white cat glaring up at me with a low growl.
“Shit. Sorry, Mr. Whiskers.” I pull the thermometer out and check it. “Sorry about that, buddy.” I put him back in his cage, then write the temperature down on his chart.
“What’s got you so happy?” Abby grins. “Or should I say who?”
