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I heard Mom ask Levi if he wanted to say goodnight, but he turned her down. “Well, Levi is being a teenage boy. I’ll see you in the morning. Have fun and work hard!”

“I will,” I promised. And as soon as the call ended, Gage’s mouth covered mine.

His lips dominated my own, and his tongue demanded my attention, warring desperately with mine like we’re putting months of sexual tension into this one embrace.

He pressed me up against the wall, our bodies close together, and I pulled at the hem of his shirt, taking it out of his pants and running my hands over the hard planes of his stomach. He moaned and pressed his lips against my cheek, turning my head to get access to my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone.

It all felt so good, my core was already clenching, begging for more than what a pocket-sized vibrator could offer me.

“I want to be closer to you,” I said, and he reached over to yank the door open, bringing me inside and kissing me as we walked. As we did a dance between shucking clothes and moving to the bedroom, he kissed me more, lighting my body on fire with every brush of his lips.

I was so caught up in the moment, I didn’t realize I was down to my bra and underwear until we stood in front of the bed.

And I nearly panicked.

All the self-doubt from the affair came flooding back. Questions flew through my mind—was I not good enough in bed, was I not attractive enough? Each one hurt more than the last, but I shook it off.

Gage couldn’t fake the way he looked at me in the bathtub nor the fire in his eyes now. This man was turned on byme—the thick erection straining against his underwear was confirmation enough.

I reached for his underwear, beginning to tug them down, but he stepped back. “You first, Farrah.”

The authority in his voice told me it would be useless to argue. So I reached behind my back, unsnapping my bra and freeing my tender breasts. They hung heavy on my chest, and he stepped closer, lifting and kneading them in his large hands before sucking a nipple into his mouth.

That alone had me moaning, but then his tongue flicked vigorously over the nub, leaving me whimpering, practically begging for more.

He led me back toward the bed until my legs hit the edge, and he lowered me onto the plush surface, kissing down my stomach, nipping my extra flesh along the way, and then he dragged my panties down my legs, leaving me exposed before him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Farrah,” he said.

It was like he hadn’t said my name enough, and I loved the way it sounded on his tongue.

I sat up in the bed, reaching for his underwear. CHRISTIAN DIOR J’ADIOR repeated along the waistband, and I pulled them down, revealing the hottest dick I’d ever seen in my life.

It stood thick and straight, veins protruding along the perfectly pink length down to his heavy, manscaped sack.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, but I was already on my way, running my tongue over the broad head of his dick.

He shuddered against my touch, his cock bobbing, and I wrapped my fist around it, barely able to connect my fingers he was so big.

I teased his shaft farther into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around the smooth skin as I worked the base with my hand. The salty flavor of his precum filled my mouth.

“Fuck, Farrah. Your mouth.”

His words spurred me on, and I took him deeper, as far as I could until I gagged against his length.

“That sound is so fucking hot.”

I pulled him farther in my mouth, pulling gently on his balls.

With Caleb, this was always a chore, and he would take my head, shoving me against his hairy balls. Not Gage.

I was in charge, and though his hands were tangled in my hair, he was telling me what a goddess I was. “You’re such a good fucking girl, taking my cock like you were made for it.”

I moaned against his dick, and he said, “You like being told you’re a good girl? Then be good for me.”

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and ordered, “Hands and knees, on the bed.”

It took me less than two seconds to get where he wanted me.