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Noneof it was that simple.

When he held the side of my face and let out a low moan, he started to come in my mouth, and I wanted to take every last drop from him.

I am starting to love you.

And I thought I was too broken to love anyone or anything.

What the absolute fuck, Peachel?

My heart pounded in my chest as I swallowed around him, keeping my lips tight around him throughout his orgasm, taking him all the way to the end.

And as I swallowed again, slowly pulling up and off of his cock, the look in his eyes was nothing short of gorgeous.

Spent. Hypnotized.

He had unraveled underneath me, and I just wanted to be here to catch him when he came back down to Earth.

“Gray,” he said softly.

“Peach.”

The air was silent other than our own breath for a few beats. Our words hung in the air, and for a moment I almost wondered if he was going to doze off to sleep, his eyes were so completely relaxed.

“Take your fucking pants down,” he said.

“Did I break your idea ofedgingme that quickly?”

“No. But I need to make my boyfriend come.”

He was over me a moment later. My pants were back down soon after, and he was coming at me like a wild animal, not stopping to second-guess himself for a second.

It was like he was possessed by something.

Any idea of dragging me along throughout the night was suddenly gone.

“But—”

“Gray, Ineedyour cock.”

I throbbed just below his mouth.

Perfect.

You are perfect.

“I know you do, baby,” I murmured back at him, and watched as he took my cock like it was his goddamn prize.

“Here we go,” Andrew said as we walked back into the Hard Spot twenty minutes later, considerably more relaxed but also refreshed.

He dropped a stack of TNU Weekly papers onto the bar top.

“Andrew wants to show off his glowing article,” I said.

“Gray, have you met Ori and Finn?” Andrew said, nodding toward two guys who were standing near the bar.

One of them was beefy and bulky, wearing a cowboy hat like a lot of guys did around here. The other was clearly his boyfriend,because the beefy guy had his arms wrapped around him from behind, hugging him like he was his backpack.

“I’m Ori,” the smaller guy said, reaching out to shake my hand.