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With shaking hands, I unbutton his jeans and hold my breath.

Wow. Up close his penis is … wow.

After he kicks his jeans off and stands gloriously naked, I rain pecks on his stomach and stroke his muscular buttocks. I sit back on my haunches and unfold my legs I let fall over the edge of the bed.This is a better angle.I bury my nose at the base of his erect penis.

Mm. His scent.

I need to taste, so I run my tongue from the base to the crown. He growls my name and I get a full body shiver.

I want to be good at this.Trying to remember everything I’ve read and seen, I wrap my fingers around his penis and torque up and down.

His flesh is firm, hot between my hands. I stroke his penis, knead his testicles gently in my palms. Fluid pearls on the slit and I flick the tip of my pointed tongue to tasteOoh. Salty.I do it again and again, incredibly pleased with myself when he groans and his hand fists in my hair.

When I fill my mouth with the thick head and suckle, he hisses. I whip my eyes to his.Oh, God. The way he looks at me…Goosebumps litter all over me..

“Baby…”

I flatten my tongue to take him deeper and give it my all. I bob my head down and lodge the fat head down my throat.

And choke.

Yanking my head back, I cough, and grab my throat trying to catch my breath.

Gabe cups my cheek. “Baby, are you okay?”

Still not breathing right, I nod while I lift my smile to him, and we grin at each other.

He presses his thumb on my parted lips. “Aelin, you don’t have to—”

I dip my head back and take him again. This time, I work my way slowly down his penis and when he’s at the deepest in my throat, I swallow.

His body hardens while he groans, so I do it again and again until he pulls my head up.

“Baby, I’m gonna come.”

The mix of brutality and vulnerability in his expression, his ragged breath, everything fills my chest with an emotion I can’t name. I swat his hand away, grab his penis to suckle him hard while kneading his balls. His hold on my hair tightens, and he thrusts in my mouth, once, twice. And again.

“Fuck. Aelin… Baby—”

When he arches his back, I swallow on his glans and his body goes solid. He throws his head back and yells while he floods my throat.

I swipe my mouth with the back of my hand and smile at him.

Gabe hauls me against him to bury his face in the crook of my neck.

“Aelin. Baby.”

Oh, I’m loving this.

Chapter Eight

Gabe

I roundhouse the punching bag. Left. Right. Front kick. Uppercut. Jab. Jab. Jab. Uppercut. Jab. Jab. Kick. And again. My breath’s rough. I stop while sweat drips off me soaking the elastic waistband of my shorts.

“What’s up your ass, G? You’re beating this things up like it scratched your favorite car,” Cal says.

My back to him, I unroll my boxing handwraps and clench my jaw at the sound of the treadmill whirring down from across the wide basement gym.

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