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My cock is throbbing in my pants now and she fucking knows it. “What does that have to do with me?” I grind out the words.

“Well, you also know I trust you more than anyone.”

Now my head throbs along with my cock. I let go of her hands and pinch the bridge of my nose. “What is it, Joey?”

“I want to suck your cock.”

What. The. Fuck.

I blink at her, stupefied. She did not just say that. My brain must be misfiring. Hallucinating from her talking about sex while her hands are on my chest. “What?”

“I want to suck your cock, Max,” she says with a sweet smile.

Fuck. Me.“Joey, you can’t just…”

“Can’t just what? Youjustfucked me the other night.”

“That was different.”

“How? You took what you wanted. And now I’m asking for what I want.”

I blink at her.

“It was just sex. I get it,” she says, shrugging. “But it was good sex. At least for me. I want to try everything, Max. I want to learn. And you’re the only man apart from my brothers that I trust.”

“You want me to teach you how to suck cock?”

“Yes.”

“Have you lost your mind, Joey?”

“Far from it. In fact, I think my reasoning is pretty solid. I need a teacher, and I figure you seem to know what you’re doing. I know you’d never take advantage of me. I’m going to do this, Max. I’d rather my first time was with you than some rando from a bar.”

Oh, fuck no. She isn’t hooking up with some stranger. I stare into her dark brown eyes. “Are you trying to blackmail me?”

She tosses her hair over her shoulder. Such a fucking brat. Oh, the pleasure I would take in disciplining that out of her. “Not at all. Just making you aware of the reality of the situation.”

I suck on my bottom lip. Am I seriously fucking considering this request? She’s going to kill me. “And where and when exactly would this cocksucking lesson take place?”

“Nobody’s home. Everyone’s out for the afternoon. How about right here, right now?”

“You want to suck my cock here in your brothers’ house?”

“It’s my house too,” she reminds me.

“You’re out of your fucking mind.”

“Then I guess I’ll just find someone at the bar Friday night,” she says with a flippant shrug, and my last shred of restraint and patience snaps.

She goes to walk away, but I grab hold of her wrist, pulling her back to me. “You are not hooking up with random fucking men in bars, baby girl.”

Her cheeks flush with heat and she flutters her long dark lashes at me. “I don’t want to, Max. But I’m almost twenty-two—a grown woman, and there’s so much I want to experience. I’d rather do it with you, but if that’s not an option…” She doesn’t finish that sentence. Instead, she adds, “Please.”

I can’t do this with her. Especially not here. If her brothers walked in here right now, they wouldn’t even question us being alone together, that’s how much they trust me with her. And just like earlier with the safe in their office, even thinking about this feels like a betrayal of that trust. Except my resolve is weakening faster than ice on a hot skillet. How am I supposed to resist those huge brown eyes and those full pink lips when she pleads with me like that? I’m not a fucking saint.

Besides, this would be for her protection, right? If I do this, then she doesn’t go trawling bars to find some complete fuck-nugget to do this with instead. If I agree to what she’s asking, it will be for her benefit, not because I want to feel those soft lips wrapped around my cock more than I’ve ever wanted anything else my entire life. And with that, I’ve managed to convince myself that this is the right thing to do.

“On your knees, baby girl.”