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A sharp slap to my cheek lets me know that I started daydreaming. I recoil from Ian’s hand, falling back on my ass. I reach for my cheek and rub. It hurts. He wasn’t gentle.

“Now.”

That one word has me springing into action. Yeah, he kind of sucks, doesn’t he? Still, I scramble forward and reach for his zipper. I undo the little button above it and then slide the metal zipper now.

He’s not wearing any boxers.

The head of Ian’s cock is there, peeking at me. I look up at him. I know there are tears in my eyes. That slap washard. I think it’s turning him on a little bit because he just nods and gestures toward his cock, as if that’s all there is to say. As if this is all that he’s expecting from me. A nod.

Reaching out, I grab the waist of his pants and tug them down to his ankles. Then I lean out and lick the tip of his cock with my tongue. Just a flick. Just a tiny little flick. He makes a noise that’s not quite a groan, and then I slide the entire thing down my throat.

He’s not playing, and neither am I.

If Ian wants me to prove my worth to him, I can do that. If he wants me to prove that I’ll fuck like a porn star, I will. I may not know all of the correct moves, but my attitude will carry me far. I’m sure of it.

Besides, I want him to tell me I’m good.

I want him to saygood girlagain.

I want him to pet my hair and press a kiss to my forehead when this is all over.

I want him to tell me that I did a good job.

Shit.

Talk about fucking daddy issues.

I reach for Ian’s ass and pull him closer to my face. His cock slides deeper down my throat and I almost choke, but not quite. I learned years ago that the secret to giving a good blowjob is to just relax your throat as much as you can, so I do that and continue sucking him.

I look up at him and our eyes meet. There’s a lot to unpack there. He’s looking at me with a curious expression, but it’s not hatred or adoration. It’s more like he’s surprised at how I’m doing this.

Oh.

He probably thought I was going to bite him.

He was already hard when I started licking his cock, but he’s even harder now. His dick pulses like he wants to come, but I know he’s holding himself back. A moment later he grabs my hair and tugs, yanking it hard. He pulls me away from his dick and I fall back on my ass once more. Then I look up at him.

He says nothing.

Instead, he takes off his jacket and shirt. He steps out of his pants and pushes them aside. I see now that he’s barefoot. Somehow, I missed that little detail earlier when I was playing with his cock. Apparently getting to be a little slut kind of clouds my mind.

Now that he’s completely naked, I realize that I’m staring at an Adonis. How did I not notice this before? Out of all of the meetings he’s held with my dad, I didn’t notice that this guy is super ripped and secretly totally hot. What the hell is wrong with me?

“You look like you want to say something,” Ian says.

“I just...it’s just...you’re hot,” I blurt out. Embarrassed, I feel myself flush, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, he just stares at me like he wasn’t expecting this.

“And you are not what I expected,” he says. “Now, tell me about your father.”

“My father?” My arousal starts to fade as I wonder whether or not this night is actually going to end in sex. How did we go from me giving him a super-hot blowjob and him playing with nipples to him wanting to ask about my damn dad?

I don’t want that.

I don’t want to talk about my dad.

“Marco Amato runs several companies.”

Fact.