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His grin is gone and he nods. “Fucking right. Always.”
I smile. “Let’s get to it.”
He groans and lifts his hips, shoving his jeans and boxers out of the way. My eyes are glued to the huge cock that is now lying against his stomach, hard and thick between us.
“I love the fact that there’s nothing you’re afraid of,” he says, wrapping his fist around his cock and stroking it up and down the length. The very long length. “You're daring and always up for a new adventure. We’re gonna have so much fun.”
I’m watching him stroke himself. I’ve seen him naked, I’ve seen him touch himself, but now I’m right up against it. And I suddenly want to explore every single inch.
“I want to put my mouth on you,” I say.
Jonah pauses, then makes a strange noise that I haven’t heard before. I look up quickly. He looks like he’s almost choking.
“Are you okay?”
“Just wasn’t expecting that. I don’t think you really know what you’re asking.”
“I’ve never given a blowjob, but I know what one is. “
He makes the choke-cough sound again. “Jesus Christ, Linnea.”
I laugh. “If this is what happens when I just talk about it, I definitely want to see what happens when I actually do it.”
He slides his hand from the back of my neck up into my hair and then grips lightly. “You want to put your mouth on my cock?”
“I do. I want to lick you all over. I also intend to run my tongue all over your abs, your tattoos. Everywhere.”
“We don’t have to do that tonight. We can work up to some of this.”
“I want to. I’ve been thinking about your cock since the first time I walked in on you ironing.”
His eyes narrow. “Have you?”
The feeling of power that surges through me with this man on a regular basis is absolutely addicting. “I have. Lots of times. Most often when I’m in bed at night alone. With my vibrator of course. But also sometimes just when you walk into a room. Lots of times when we’re sitting across from one another at dinner at the palace.”
That doesn’t seem to startle him as much as I thought it might. His fingers tighten in my hair.
“So we’ve both been thinking about fucking each other while we were sitting at dinner, the king on one end of the table and your fiancé and my best friend on the other, between us.”
My grin grows. “You can try to make it sound dirty, but it doesn’t. I’ve never had feelings for anyone else. Not until you. “
His eyes soften a little at that. But his fingers tighten even more, and he pulls me forward until our mouths are only inches apart. “Same.”
“Really?” I’m aware that I am still bare naked on his lap, and that a very important part of him is now there between us, and I’m very interested in getting back tothattopic of conversation. But at the moment, I really want to follow this particular thread. “You’ve never been serious about anyone?”
“Never.”
“Never met anyone or knew that youcouldn’tget serious?” His line of work obviously has always required that he put the job—Torin—first.
“Maybe both. Never met anyone I wanted that much before Torin. And since him, I guess I haven’t really been open to that.”
I slide my hands down to his chest. I trace my fingers back and forth across his pecs and over the intricate designs of his tattoos. “You weren’t really open to this between us.”
“I know. That’s how strong it is. I can’t fight it. “
“Are you really trying?”
“Not anymore,” he says. After a moment he says, “Linnea?”