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DAVINA

After thanking Javier for helping me and giving cuddly hugs to Aleesa, I followed after Deke in his Ferrari to get to his condo.

He led me to the private parking deck and gave me a pass to stick on top of my dashboard as a guest. As we rode up the elevator, he took my hand in his, and I squeezed it, smiling up at him.

“So, does this make you my girlfriend?” he asked.

I laughed. “I don’t know, does it? Because I’m pretty sure you have to ask for someone to be your girlfriend.” I smirked, looking ahead.

“Oh, word? Okay, I see.”

The elevator doors split apart, and he led the way to his door. He let me in first, and I drank in the interior of his home, but not for long, because a large black dog came pouncing toward me.

“Zeke! You better not!” Deke called, but Zeke was already on his hind legs with his paws on my stomach.

“Oh my goodness, hi!” I rubbed his head as his tongue hung out and his stubby tail wagged. He panted, licking my hand every time I tried to stroke his head. “So you’re the roommate this guy talks all about?” I laughed as I looked up at Deke. “Don’t tell me you gave him the name Zeke to match yours?”

Deke smirked. “Damn right I did.”

I laughed as Zeke licked my cheek.

“All right, man. All right,” Deke said, tapping his butt. “Down, Zeke.”

Zeke obeyed, rushing to his owner, who chuckled and made his way to a glass container on the counter full of dog treats. He took three out and dropped them onto Zeke’s doggy pillow in the corner. I watched as Zeke sat on the pillow to devour his snacks.

“He likes you,” Deke said behind me. He wrapped me in his arms, reeling me back so that my butt was pressed to his groin. I held on to his arms as he buried his face into the crook of my neck. “You always smell so good.”

“Thanks.” I smiled. “I like your bachelor pad.”

“Appreciate it.” His lips pressed to my jawline. “Wanna see the bachelor’s room?”

I turned my head to look up at him, grinning. He released me but only to take my hand and guide me to the bedroom. I heard Zeke’s paws on the floor, but Deke commanded him to stay, then said, “I need a few minutes alone with my girl.” He winked at me, and I swear I melted.

When the door was shut, I studied his room. It was simple, masculine. The regular walls were painted a smoky gray, but the wall behind the bed had built-in panels. His bed was dressed in all black, with a black leather headboard.

Two nightstands were on either side, and floating lamps were above them. The other side of the room had floor-to-ceiling windows revealing the Atlanta skyscrapers.

“Wow,” I breathed. “This is not what I expected. I love it.”

“Yeah? Whitney designed it for me.”

I turned around to face him, about to apologize again about the lake house, but he swooped in and cupped the back of my head to kiss me. I moaned as I stumbled backward while he held on to my hip, guiding me to the side of the bed. When I sat, he pulled his hoodie and shirt over his head, and I removed my shirt too.

“Deke,” I sighed as he climbed on top of me, kissing my throat. “I’m still so sorry.”

“I know you are,” he rasped.

“So let me make it up to you.”

“How?” he asked, planting a kiss on my collarbone.

I pressed a hand to his chest so I could sit up, then pushed his body to the right. He flopped onto his back, and I climbed off the bed to take my jeans off. He watched as I slipped out of my panties and bra, too, his eyes growing wider as he scanned me.

“Oohh, Davina Klein. Don’t tell me you’re about to do what I think you’re about to do.”

I laughed and lowered my knees to the floor, wedging my upper body between his thighs. When I tugged at his briefs, he lifted his hips so I could pull them down. When I removed them, I leaned upward, and his breath hitched as I kissed the tip of his hardening dick.

“Is it okay to make it up to you this way?” I asked, my mouth hovering over him.

“Yeah,” he breathed, staring down at me with hooded eyes.

“’Kay.” I smiled, then parted my lips and wrapped my mouth around him.

He tensed beneath me, one hand clutching the gray duvet. I took more of him into my mouth, and he stifled a groan, but when I gripped the base while simultaneously massaging his balls, he palmed the back of my head.

“I’m gonna end up coming in your mouth, D,” he rumbled, and his voice made me clench. I kept sucking him, making his dick wetter, dragging my tongue down his shaft and circling his balls with it.

I could hear him breathing faster, and when I looked up at him, he shook his head with his fingers tangled in my hair. “Don’t look at me like that, D.”

“Like what?” I asked, suckling on the tip, then running my tongue over the slit.

“Like that ,” he rasped. “Gonna make me come if you keep looking at me with my dick in your mouth.”

I smiled around him and eased him down my throat again. He released a heavy groan, and I used my hand to stroke while I sucked.

There was something empowering about doing this to him. Watching this man who seemingly had it all together come apart as I sucked, stroked, slurped, and gagged around him.

I pumped faster, moaning as he grew harder in my palm. His breaths were rapid, his body twice as tense.

When I lapped my tongue around his balls again, he sat up fully and said, “I need you up here. Get up here.” He was already hauling me off my knees so I could climb on top of him.

As I held his shoulders, he gripped the base of his dick and placed his other hand on my hip. I slowly slid down the length of him, and his lips spread farther apart until they’d formed a wide O.

I rode him slowly on the edge of the bed, looking into his eyes and gasping when he tilted his hips to be deeper. He cupped my ass and thrust upward as he moaned.

He felt so hard inside me, so big. I could tell he was already close, so I clasped his face in my hands and kissed him. I rolled my hips and moaned into his mouth as he propelled upward.

We moved in sync, lips locked, tongues colliding, and Deke snatched his mouth away to look at me. His lips were swollen, and mine felt raw. His eyes were like two brown pools. He gazed at me with so much adoration, so much desire, so much tenderness.

“I love you,” I whispered on his mouth.

“Yeah?” he breathed.

“I do,” I sighed. “I love you, Deke.”

Before I knew it, he stopped pumping to go completely still beneath me. While he looked up at me, I kissed him slowly, claiming his mouth as mine, and he moaned, clutching my ass tighter.

“I’m about to come,” he rasped, urging me to climb off.

I climbed off and moved between his legs again to let him finish in my mouth. He let out a carnal groan like I’d never heard before as he came. His come was hot and salty, and I swallowed it down as he lay on his back again with a moan and several twitches.

He clung to my head as I pulled back up for air, and while he lay like that, subdued and spasming, I licked him once more, which really made him lose it.

I climbed on the bed to lie next to him. One of his arms was resting on his forehead, and his chest rose and fell as he caught his breath. I peeled his arm away, and he cracked a lazy smile.

When he sat up on his elbows, he gripped my chin in his fingers and brought his mouth to mine.

“I fucking love you,” he whispered. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

I giggled, kissed him again, and said, “Only if you’ll be my boyfriend.”