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Then she was gone.

I looked up, confused, and then bolted upright when my gaze clashed with hers. She was on her knees, her eyes locked with mine.

“Come back,” I whispered.

Still on her knees, she moved closer, her eyes never leaving mine. When her arm grazed my knee, I let go of the breath I was holding, then reached out to cup her cheek.

“Jackson?” she said, so close that her lips stroked the tip of my cock with every word.

“Yeah?” I said, my voice raspy, needy in a way I’d never heard.

Before she answered, she took a deep breath, a contented smile on her face. “Feed me your cock,” she said.

She opened her mouth, stroked her tongue against my leaking slit, gathering the precum there before she let out a satisfying-sounding moan.

It was enough for me. I gripped her hair tight and rubbed my cock against her hips, then her cheek. It took everything I had not to come when I saw the string of fluid on her skin.

With my hand fisted at the base of my cock, I thrust my hips and pushed into her mouth. She gagged but quickly recovered, taking me as deep as she could and covering those last few inches with her hand.

I rocked my hips experimentally, my body racked with shivers as I pushed deeper and deeper. My control was on the razor’s edge, and then gone completely when she swallowed.

I stilled, pumping cum down her throat until I had nothing left to give.

Asia took every drop, and then licked her lips when I pulled my softening cock out of her mouth.

Then, I kissed her.

Broke away and kept my eyes on hers until she finally looked at me.

Pressed my forehead against hers and closed my eyes.

“I need you, too,”I whispered in my head, knowing I’d never be brave enough to say it out loud.

TWENTY-TWO

Asia

I wassure I wouldn’t be able to look at him.

Not after I opened up so completely, sharing parts of myself I didn’t even want to acknowledge.

Yet here I was, sitting across the table from Jack eating a breakfast of oatmeal, nearly rotten avocados, and absolutely terrible coffee.

It was…nice.

It shouldn’t have been, but it was.

Jack saw parts of me that I hadn’t shared with anyone else. And he put aside his anger and my stupidity to really see me.

And he didn’t run.

I didn’t either.

I supposed that was growth.

On habit, I took another sip of coffee and then cringed.

“Jackson?”