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I deserved to be loved.

Is that where we’re headed? Love? As much as that intrigues me, I know not to get too far ahead of myself. Rushing into love only gets you hurt. And Jude still has mountains of issues that may crop up for him from time to time that might rain on this little wannabe love parade.

“It’s late,” Jude says, voice rough. “Ready to go to bed?”

To his bed since that’s apparently where I sleep now.

I give him a sleepy smile and nod. Rather than help me to my feet, he scoops me up into his powerful arms. I like how strong he is and that he doesn’t try to hurt me. It really does feel safe here with him.

I rest my head on his shoulder as he makes the trek back to his room. I must pass out because when I wake again, I’m in the bed that smells of him. It’s completely dark and I’m in just my underwear. Having him undress me for bed is something I could definitely get spoiled with.

The bed dips under his weight and then he slides under the covers with me. I roam my palm up his naked chest on a trajectory toward his face to see if he’s wearing his mask. He stops me by gripping my wrist, right before I make it to my destination. A pang of disappointment ripples through me but is chased away by heat when he playfully bites on my fingertips.

“You bit me,” I murmur, breathy and shocked.

He sucks on my fingers, making me groan. “Better?”

“Much. Keep sucking and I’ll give you something to put your mouth on.”

His laughter, soft and adorable, melts my heart. He really should laugh more often. It’s a beautiful, happy sound.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” he counters, a smile in his voice.

“I’m thinking about blowjobs now. I definitely can’t sleep.”

He pulls away from my touch and the bed dips on either side of me as he straddles my legs. I suck in a breath as I try to anticipate what his next move might be. In the dark, he somehow finds my arms and he pushes them down onto the bed on either side of my head. I feel shackled to him, but despite my racing heart, I like the feeling.

It’s then I realize I trust him.

He won’t hurt me. I believe him not because he’s told me, but because I know. Jude is different. A good man with an even better heart.

His hot breath tickles over my chest a second of warning before his tongue flicks out to taste me. I jolt at the sudden burst of pleasure tickling over my skin. He teases his tongue along my flesh, making me writhe and squirm beneath him. When he reaches one of my nipples, he sucks it into his mouth before he starts nibbling on the hard nub.

“Jude,” I whimper. “I need you.”

On me. Inside of me. Making love to me.

“I know,” he rasps out. “I need you too. Can I suck on your gorgeous cock, sweet boy?”

Dizziness washes over me. No one has ever asked. They just do it assuming I’ll want it. This feels special—serene even. It makes tears sting in my eyes.

“Yes, but only if you’re okay with it.”

He grunts out something that sounds affirmative and then he scoots down the bed. I lift my hips when he goes for my underwear. Once my cock is free, he wraps his huge hand around it and gives it a few expert strokes.

I nearly choke when I feel his lips come in contact with my cock. His tongue is tentative as it licks at my crown. It’s the most maddening yet delicious feeling I’ve ever encountered.

“I may be bad at this,” he warns, hot breath fanning over the length of my dick. “Tell me how to make it better if I do it wrong.”

“Step one, stop talking and start sucking,” I tease, a needy whine in my voice. “Please, Jude. Whatever you do will be good.”

Emboldened by my command, he slides down over my cock, humming in pleasure. I get lost in the sensation of him bobbing up and down, to the sounds of his slurping and the occasional hungry growl.

How is his mouth so perfect?

How can a man who’s never given head before be so damn good at it?

I find my fingers tangled in his hair as I tug and pull, urging him to keep up the good work. I’m spiraling closer and closer to bliss when I feel him rubbing his fingertip around my balls that are soaked with his saliva. As soon as he’s coated them, I feel the pressure of his finger against my hole.