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And that was it. Done. It was over. How was I supposed to resist a line like that?

So I did something I hadn’t done since Trent: I put my mouth on Duke’s cock.

Those photos Trent took? Yeah, most of them were taken while I was going down on him. The tabloids loved it. Actual photos of Temple Kennedy sucking a dick? Headline gold. And that, dear friends, was the last time I sucked a dick. Got burned, know what I mean? Like when you drink too much vodka and you can’t ever drink vodka again? Kinda like that. Those photos killed me. They pushed the ratings of our show through the roof, and got me offers from all sorts of magazines to do photo spreads, and at least a dozen contracts to do porn. And it was those porn offers that really pushed me over the edge. Porn? Really? Is that how people see me? It hurt. It still hurts. And stupidly, irrationally, I associated it with the one time I went down on a guy. I mean, I actuallylikedTrent. He was cute, sexy, nice, fun, smart, and successful. He didn’t need my money, or so I thought, because he was pretty well off on his own, and not from an inheritance either. I trusted him. I let him play me. And the very moment I tried to do something hot for him, he photographed it and sold the pics to the tabloids.

Five grand. That’s how much I was worth to him. Shit, I’d have given him that much in cash from what I carried in my damn purse. But no. He had to sell pics of me blowing him.

I gave him a hell of a BJ, too.

So why, oh why, oh why was I doing this with Duke?

I didn’t have any good answers for that. Because I wanted to? I liked his cock so much I felt like it deserved to be kissed and licked and sucked? Because he saved my life? Because he seemed to have every intention of risking his life to keep me safe? Because he was fucking gorgeous, and I wanted him to like me? Those two shouldn’t be connected, actually. He was fucking gorgeous…stop; I wanted him to like me…stop; I didn’t want him to like me because he was gorgeous…right?

Right?

He was a badass, and a lot smarter than I’d originally given him credit for. Actually, I didn’t really know whether he was actually intelligent, but he was defying my original stereotype of being nothing more than a rough, gun-toting, F-bomb-dropping commando. I mean, hewasthat, but I got the impression he was also a lot more.

And I wanted him to like me.

The question waswhy? I didn’t have an answer for that.

What I did have answer for was the question:am I going to blow him?And the answer was yes.

I watched him from the corner of my eye as I wrapped my lips around his dick. He was breathing slowly and deeply, fists clenched at his sides, brows furrowed, eyes on me. Watching, but holding back; this wasn’t going to last long, then. Good, because I was out of practice, and his cock was so big I wasn’t sure how much of him I could take, or for how long.

He groaned out loud as my lips touched his shaft, and his hands clenched and unclenched. “Ohhhh…shit.”

I slid my mouth down his shaft, taking him a little deeper, and then I backed away. Okay, so “a little” may have been an overstatement. Like, maybe two inches of him went into my mouth, but in my own defense, I didn’t do this very often, and I was nervous. I mean, I’ve given like, a grand total ofmaybefour BJs in my life, and the first three were to my one and only serious boyfriend, who is even more responsible for my emotional frigidity than anything else in my life. But I’m not going there. Not going there. Not thinking about Lane. Nope, nope, nope.

I focused on Duke. He was here, he was real, and if I got through this BJ I had an orgasm coming my way. Atleastone. I mean, judging by how hot he got me just from a single touch, I kind of believed him when he said he’d make me come so hard I’d see Jesus.

So I focused on Duke.

Focused on his pretty cock. I licked around the head, and he groaned again, and then the groan turned into a hissing inhalation as I worked my mouth down the shaft an inch, two, three, and that was as much as I could take without gagging. I stole a glance up at him, and his eyes were closed, his mouth open, a blissful expression on his face.

He caught his lower lip between his teeth as I palmed the side of his cock with my hand and licked my way from root to tip—and that, oh, that part I didn’t mind at all. He was clean, tasted like skin and man, and the way he shuddered all over, the way his cock twitched in my hand, under my tongue? Oh yeah. I liked that. The gagging I didn’t like, but licking him? Mmmmm. Yeah. So I did it again, licked, and then licked more, and then just kept licking, one side, the other, the tip, and his big heavy taut balls.

“Fucking hell, Temple,” he growled. “The way you use your tongue…”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah. It’s hot as hell.”

I swirled my tongue around the head, then licked up the shaft. “Like that?”

“Ohhh…fuck. Fuck yeah. Just like that.”

He liked it, but I wasn’t sure he’d come like that. And I wanted to get to the part where he licked my pussy. Call me selfish, but that was my goal from the beginning. I’d blow him in exchange for a nice long session with his gorgeous face between my thighs.

I needed him to come. But what did I do when he came? Did I swallow? I sure as hell wasn’t taking it on my face or my tits, especially since we weren’t at my house for easy clean up. At my place or his, after we’d fucked a few times, maybe. But here? Now? Hell no. I’d have to swallow, I realized, since it was by far the cleanest and most efficient way of dealing with cum.

First, though, I had to get him there.

Hell—I’ll just ask, I decided.

“What do you like, Duke?” I looked up at him, and then licked his plump, broad, soft head. “Tell me how to make you come really, really hard.”

He narrowed his eyes and stared down at me. “Use your hands and mouth at the same time.”