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Aelin’s on her knees before me. Her wrists are tied behind her back which pushes her round tits up. Her eyes darken. She wants this as much as I do. When her luscious lips stretch slowly into a sinful smile, I trace my thumb over her mouth. She suckles on my thumb.

Fuck. I tighten the grip on my cock.

“What do you want?”

Her reply fans on my digit wet with her. “You.”

I slide my fingers in her silky hair. “Show me, baby.”

When her mouth opens wide, I push the head of my cock against her tongue.

Hissing in pleasure, I stroke faster.

Clamping my hand in her hair, I push my cock further inside her hot mouth. I want to fuck her mouth hard, but it’s too good. “Open your eyes, baby.”

Her amber gaze locks onto mine. In. Out. Slow. Deep. Wet.

I brace my legs while electric heat shoots up my spine.

Deeper into her mouth. Deeper until I hit the back of her throat. She moans and the vibration shoots along my cock.

I come, spurting in hot jets drowned by the heavy spray of the shower. After rinsing off, I dry myself quickly, toss the damp towel over the square black sink of the bathroom and stride to bed.

Fuck.

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Aelin

It’s past midnight when I lock my front door.

“Mmm.” I roll my neck and knead my nape before I plop down on my sofa. After chucking four cushions under my arm, I curl my legs under me and shut my eyes. Gabe’s face props up behind my lids.Was he checking on me? And why?

I’ve often caught the foreman, a taciturn, burly man lurking around the worksite. I shake myself up before making a sandwich I eat quickly. I should take a hot bath with Epsom salt to relax my back where I can feel a bruise forming, but I’m exhausted. After brushing my teeth, I crawl into bed.

Why didn’t he kiss me?I’m pretty sure he wanted to touch me, maybe as much as I wanted to be touched.I bet he’s a good kisserI fall asleep thinking of Gabe.

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At 6:52 AM the next day, I push my sunglasses on the top of my head as I lock my front door and descend the five stone steps to get to my car.

“Aelin—”

Holy shi—!My whole body seizes while my heart smashes against my ribs. I whip my head to Gabe. He pushes off his sportscar parked a few meters from my house and stalks toward me.

Opening and closing my mouth soundlessly as the object of my heated fantasies—even more gorgeous than in my dreams in faded jeans and a pale blue t-shirt—edges closer.

“Gabe? Hi. Is something wrong with Holloway?”

His masculine, crisp scent swirls around me while his eyes set on my heated face. “No, I wanted to apologize for scaring you last night.”

By scaring me in daylight?I stare at him for a few seconds too long, blink, and clear my throat. “That’s … nice of you, but I’m fine.”

When he touches my arm, awareness fizzles through me and my skin breaks out in goosebumps. “Have breakfast with me, Aelin.”

Oh, so tempting, but…When I shake my head, I lose his touch, and his eyes narrow.

“I’m picking up a few things from the Uxbridge craft market, and I usually have breakfast at the Bells pub, but it’s closed for renovation.” I smile and inch closer. “Maybe another time?”

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