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Your mouth would feel so good right now, pretty.

I bit my lip. The weight and feel of his cock had felt warm and nice. I leaned closer to the screen, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose, his eyes were pinned on the camera as he dirty talked about biting and marking the person who was meant to receive the video.

My hand reached down to adjust myself when I heard him?—

Fuck, Anna.

Anna? My brows furrowed and flush bloomed in my cheeks when he exploded, coming all over his hands, abs and the panties.

My eyes were fixed on his cum when he picked up his phone, a smirk curled on the corner of his lips, soft pink blush on his cheeks. I’ll see you soon, pretty. He winked and the video ended.

I exhaled the breath I didn’t realize I was holding and looked down at the tent on my pants.

I wasn’t gay. It was just one night. I wasn’t… right?

I stared at the message until my eyes burned and I blinked. Anna. Why was he moaning her name? Did he know her?

Standing up, I paced around the room. Did they know each other? But how? Anna was a sweet mom to Alice and Aaron. As far as I knew, she didn’t date. My grandma and I babysat Alice, so I knew that she baked cookies for the seniors who came to her Pilates studio on weekends.

“Kyle?” I turned around to see my grandma slowly closing the door of her room. “Are you okay, son?”

I smiled. “Yes, grandma. Why did you wake up so early?”

Her eyes wrinkled when she smiled. “I couldn’t sleep. When you get older, you start to sleep late and wake up early.” She frowned at my laptop, her white hair coiled in a bun. “You were working again? I can look after a six-year-old on my own, you know?”

“I know, grandma.” After all, she was the only parental figure in my life.

I chewed on my lip and pocketed my phone. “I… I’m just going to get some air.” I kissed her on the cheek and said, “I’ll be right back. Call me if you need anything.”

She grumbled a reply as she sat down on the couch and picked up her Bible. I wasn’t religious and she let me choose my faith growing up, but I liked the routine of going to church with her on Sundays.

I sighed, stepping out of the suite and wandered around the hotel. I needed to pick up my suit for the wedding from the hotel dry-cleaning. Anna had asked me to bring a plus one, but I hadn’t dated anyone since Marissa passed away five years ago.

Anyone but that guy…

I shoved those thoughts away. It was just one night. It didn’t mean anything?—

I saw the sign for the pool’s direction and made my way there. I didn’t know why, but I wanted to check up on Anna. I couldn’t just pull up the video and ask her if she knew the guy in the video and why was he moaning her name while shooting a mini porno for her?

I hovered by the door, narrowing my eyes at the maintenance sign. But the maintenance timing was from five to six in the morning. It was literally written on the sign. I was about to go back and call the reception when I saw two people. I leaned closer and opened the one set of doors with the maintenance sign, ignoring it. I peeked from the glass doors and saw two naked people on the lounge chair?—

My heart hammered in my ribs recognizing the long dark wet hair of Anna and the tattoos of the man from the video.

What the fuck?

I was just about to pull away when the man kneeled behind her. My cock surged back up, noting the damp skin of Anna and her pretty breasts jiggling, metal glinting on each of her nipples. Fuck, did she have nipple piercings? My mouth went dry when I looked over her, to the man kneeling behind her, making me freeze.

He was watching me.

I held my breath when he smirked and leaned close to her pussy and slowly licked her, the pink of his tongue flattening against her sex.

With his eyes pinned on me.

Anna’s muffled moan reached my ears. His tongue pulled away so I could see the white cream on his tongue before he swallowed it, licking his lips.

I bit my lip when he did it again, his dark eyes, full of mischief and need, burning at me.

Fuck.