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“Let me,” I said. I knelt in front of him to pull them off slowly and toss them to one side, then stayed there on the hard floor, staring at everything I’d unwrapped. I traced my splayed fingers down the center of his stomach, over his high navel, and his happy trail, and the place where his tanned chest gave way to whiter skin.

Fenn leaned back against the exam table, and his fingers clenched the padding at the edge.

It felt almost unbearably intimate, looking at him like this, getting to touch him like this. Like something I hadn’t known I’d wanted until I’d almost lost the opportunity to have it.

Fenn’s cock was half-hard, and his blue eyes stared down at me, daring me, but I didn’t need a dare to do what I wanted to in that moment. I slid my hands up his thighs slowly and wrapped them both around the base of his cock.

“Mason. Fuckingfuck.”

I laughed, but it came out more like a gust of breath.

“So, what I’m hearing you say is that you have some sensitivity here?” I asked in my best doctor voice. “I’m thinking I’ll need to do more tests.”

I leaned forward and bit the freckle on his right hip. Fenn banged his palm against the table and made a strangled noise.

“Mmm hmm. Very interesting,” I said, but it came out slurred because my lips were already busy mouthing a damp path to his navel. I moved one hand off his cock to hold his hip in place.

I’d received plenty of blow jobs in my lifetime, so I had a vague idea of what I was supposed to do, but the buildup was so much better and more distracting than I could have imagined.

Fenn smelled musky and soapy, which was incredibly arousing. He was trying to play it casual, but his fingers were clench-releasing the table every time my breath hit him.

“Trying to be patient here, Loafers, but you’re gonna wanna move this along. However you’re moving it along.”

I snorted. “I’ve been waiting thirty-five years for this, Mr. Reardon. So you’re gonna wanna work harder on your patience.”

He laughed helplessly and threaded his fingers into my hair, tugging slightly. “If you’re gonna do something, do— Oh,fu-hu-ck.” He broke off as I ran my tongue up the underside of his dick.

“You were saying?” I breathed against his damp skin.

“Nothing.”

“No thoughts or opinions to share?” I swirled my tongue over the tip, knowing it would taste bitter and salty but completely surprised to find Ilikedit.

“I’ll say this,” Fenn croaked. “You’re way better at blow jobs than you were at truth or dare.”

“You just couldn’t keep your mouth shut, could you?” I demanded.

And then I wrapped my lips around him, just to shut him up.

It was objectively not the best blow job ever given. I had a very well-developed gag reflex, and I choked every time I tried to take him deep, but Fenn didn’t seem to give a shit. He was breathing like he’d been running for hours, stomach muscles rippling beneath my hand, like I was making him lose his mind and heliked it, which was basically how I’d felt about Fenn since the first day we met.

The whole thing was a mindfuck of sensation. All the things I would have thought I’d hate—the pain of the hard floor under my knees, having him stare down at me, the discomfort of stretching my mouth wide around his cock. I wanted those bruises on my knees, I wanted the stretch, because they meant I’d earned every second of the look he was giving me, the pure blue fire in his eyes.

Fenn’s hand tightened in my hair, pulling me off. “Enough. Not yet. Come up here.”

“Hurry up. Slow down.” I licked my lips as he helped me stand. “You’re impossible to pl—”

He cut off my teasing by thrusting his tongue between my lips, and the heat of it made my knees weak.

“I promise you…” He stood and turned us so my ass was against the table. “I am very,verypleased.” He knelt and pulled my tented boxers down. “This was not how I saw today going.” He looked up at me. “Which means I’m kind of an idiot.”

“Are you?” I had no idea what we were talking about. “That’s…Hahaholy shit!” I laughed in disbelief as he put his mouth on me.That was impossibly good.

Fenn snorted and pulled off me. “Did you justlaughduring a blow job?”

“Shhh.” I tugged at his overlong hair. “Back to work, buddy.”

He snorted again, but his eyes met mine and… fuck. It was better than the blow job—okay, total lie,butalmost. His gaze held mine as his mouth slid up and down my length, and his eyes were full of lust and appreciation. In that second, I knew every single molecule of his attention was focused on me, and it made me more turned on than I’d ever been in my entire life.