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Oh, well. I’d deal with the consequences later. Maybe there was a support group I could join, once whatever this was between us was over.

While I sucked and flicked my tongue against the super-sensitive part below the head, he groaned again, leaving me even more heated than before. Thank you, erotic romances, for teaching me how to please a man in bed. And if Trent wasn’t so busy trying not to melt on the spot, I was positive he would’ve also wanted to convey his thanks.

I gripped the base of his cock and moved my palm up and down his length. He enjoyed this too, apparently. With my free hand, I cupped his balls and lightly squeezed them.

“I’m going to come soon, Kels.”

I grinned up at him. “That’s generally the point.”

My mouth slipped over his swollen tip again. He threaded his fingers in my hair, but instead of pushing my head so that more of his cock was in my mouth, he gently yanked on my hair.

A mix of pleasure and pain shot through my scalp, and I moaned my appreciation.

Just as I thought Trent was going to come in my mouth, he pulled away and tugged me to my feet.

He turned me around so my butt was pressed against his cock. His hand slipped around my hip, down the front of my thigh, then to a spot that made my clit get excited.

His fingers moved easily along my slick folds. “Bend over,” he murmured in my ear, his breath heated against my skin, “and put your hands on the bed.”

As if I wasn’t damp enough, more wetness rushed between my legs, which were quickly resembling cooked spaghetti. At this rate, I wouldn’t be able to drive home. I wouldn’t even be able to walk to his bedroom door.

I was done for.

I did as I was told, bracing my forearms against his bed. I expected Trent to enter me from behind. He didn’t. Instead, two fingers slipped inside me and his thumb rubbed against oneveryhappy part of me. If it could’ve broken into cheer, it would have.

He pumped and swirled his fingers inside me. Just as I was close to coming, thanks to those magical digits, he removed his fingers, slipped on a condom, and entered me.

It didn’t take much more on his part (or mine) before we both came, hard, mere moments apart. I almost felt sorry for his neighbors.

Almost.

28

Trent

“What’sthe child’s name?” the receptionist in the physical therapy clinic at the children’s hospital asked me. In the background, a child’s giggles broke through the reception room chatter.

The pretty blonde behind the desk was about my age, so I turned on the charm and smiled at her. “I don’t exactly have an appointment. I’m a friend of Kelsey Quade’s. Is there a chance I can talk to her for a few moments?” I flashed her another smile, the same one that usually got me what I wanted when it came to women.

Except with Erin. She always saw right through it.

The blonde smiled back at me. “She’s currently with some patients. What is your name?”

I told her and waited while she called Kelsey.

Once she was finished with the call, ending with an “I’ll do that,” she hung up the phone. “Go down the hallway.” She pointed in the direction I needed to go. “You want room PT4.”

I thanked her, and a minute later entered what looked like a small gym, with kid-sized equipment on the floor along the mirrored wall. In the center, Kelsey faced two six-year-old girls, all three standing like flamingos. One girl had curly red hair, the other a dark braid down her back.

Kelsey waved me over. The two girls peered curiously at me in the mirror.

“Chloe and Lindsay, this is my friend Trent,” Kelsey said, gesturing to each girl.

Chloe, the redhead, grinned. “Did Kelsey give you her cow or chocolate milk?”

The star of my twenty-four-hours-a-day-seven-days-a-week fantasies blushed in the cutest possible way, and it took me a second to figure out why.

I laughed, which made Kelsey turn redder. “I’m not going to answer on the account it will only get me in trouble.”