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“Phillip?”

“Hmm?”I met Jeremy’s gaze.

“We can stop.”

I shook my head, even as I wrapped my hand around him.“Show me how.”

“Okay.”He didn’t sound entirely convinced, but he wrapped his fingers around my hand and showed me, without words, what clearly made him feel good.

I tried to replicate the pressure he was using.I followed the up-and-down motion at the speed he set.I watched his eyes drift shut as his breath hitched.And, after just the few strokes he’d predicted, he gasped and I felt the wetness of his release coat my hand in sticky, wet cum.

Okay then.No big fuss about that.Another thing checked off that unbelievably long list of things you’d like to do before you hit thirty.I grinned.

He opened his eyes.“That was… Fuck, Phillip, that was so good.”

I wasn’t certain what I’d done right or wrong—seeing as he’d been the one guiding me.I worried I wouldn’t be able to replicate what I’d just done and, even more, I worried he wouldn’t let me do it again.

He pressed a kiss to my forehead when I leaned against him.“Now you?”

My head shot back, and I nearly hit his nose.

He grinned.“Give and take.You’ve given…now you get to take.”

“I don’t…” Panic engulfed me.What if I wasn’t any good at this?What if I did something wrong?

“Shush.”He pressed a kiss to my lips.“You’re free to say no, but I’d love to give you a blow job.I want to taste you so badly.I have for a while now.But if you’re not comfortable?—”

“Hell, yes…?”I squirmed, my erection tight against my pajama bottoms.I’d damn nearly come just getting him off.

Close…but not quite.

He’s going to see me naked.

That thought brought me up short.The light in the room was diffuse, but my pasty, white skin would be unmissable.As would the flab of skin.“Uh…” Gently, I withdrew my hand from his pajama bottoms.“I’m not sure.”

He cocked his head.“I’m not going to push.But can you tell me why the hesitation?Because a moment ago?—”

“I don’t want you to see me naked.”

“Ah.”He pushed himself up into a sitting position, but still angled himself to face me.“I can tell you a million times that it doesn’t matter—because it doesn’t—but I can’t convince you.At least not yet.Still, will you let me try something?”

His eyes, even darker than normal in the dim light, mesmerized me.Slowly—wordlessly—I nodded.

He caressed my cheek.No one in my life, not even my own mother, had shown me such tenderness.Such caring.

I turned my head into this touch and pressed a gentle kiss to his palm.My way of showing him just how much I appreciated the tenderness.

While he kept that hand against my cheek, his other hand grasped the button at the top of my pajamas.He tried to open it.

And tried.

And tried.

And tried.

Finally, I laughed.“They’re tricky fuckers.I always need two hands and a lot of patience.”I didn’t have any idea who had made the button holes so small—or who had chosen buttons too big—but the combination had caused no small amount of frustration over the years.

“Okay.”He stroked my cheek one more time before putting in some serious effort to undo the buttons.