Page 119 of Yearn

“Yep.” I took a sip of my champagne. “We’ll make sure we look real nice for our girl.”

Ro raised on finger. “I might even go up there and sing Amazing Grace.”

I chuckled. “Girl, don’t do that to me. We’ll already be sad.”

Cadence cut her eyes at Ro. “If anyone will be in a casket, it will be him.”

We laughed, including Cadence.

I turned to Ro. “How areyoudoing these days?”

“I finally finished the last payment of the twins’ tuition. It feels good to have the money to do it, but sad that you know. . .”

I gave her a warm smile. “Sad that they’re going?”

“Yep. They’re leaving me.” Ro let out a long sigh. “The house will close at the end of the month.”

Cadence asked, “How is the condo hunting?”

Ro shrugged. “My old ass has been touring these fancy downtown places—rooftop pools with bars, gyms with eucalyptus towels, lobbies that smell like money laundering—and they’re all infested with twenty-two-year-old app tech goblins.”

I grinned.

“They sit in beanbags with their laptops and call it work. I feel like if I move downtown I’m going to be the cranky aunt telling them to take their shoes off in the building’s communal podcast room.” She laughed, but the laugh had a loose stitch. “I think I’ll. . .be alone down there. I already feel too old and crusty. Plus, empty nesting keeps hiding in closets and jumping out at me.”

“You’re not old and crusty.” Without thinking, I put my arms around her. “And empty nesting will end up being an amazing adventure this year. You’re going to have so many amazing hot sexy stories to tell us. Plus, we’ll be there the whole time. You’ll never be alone.”

She leaned in and let me press my cheek to hers. She was all soft warmth, coconut oil, and woman.

“We can help you find a place that feels like your new home,” I murmured. “And the twins love you so much. They’ll visit all the time.”

Ro sniffed and fanned her face with her hand. “Okay. Okay. Enough on me. I know I’ll be fine.”

Then she side-eyed me over her lashes. “And thank you.”

Star clapped once at the front to get everyone’s attention. “Welcome!”

Several of the other students yelled back hello.

Star’s voice was low and steady. “Alright. I want you all to take a breath as we venture into the art of a perfect blow job.”

I thought of Dominic’s large, thick cock and how I would love to suck him off, just to hear him scream Mommy.

The thought wrapped around me like heat.

I could see it—me dropping to my knees between his thighs, the way his eyes would darken when I slid my hand up his shaft and teased the swollen head with my tongue. His cock would be heavy, pulsing against my lips, so big it would make my jaw ache, but I would take it.

I would take every inch just to watch his control snap.

I pictured hollowing my cheeks, pulling his big cock in deeper, letting spit run down my chin while my hand twisted and stroked his base.

He’d curse under his breath, then louder, his fingers tangling in my curls until his hips bucked helplessly. The man who walked through the world like nothing could touch him would be undone in my mouth.

I imagined pulling back with strings of saliva connecting us, teasing him with slow licks along the thick vein that ran up his length, smiling at how desperate his breathing would get.

He’d groan, chest heaving, trying to fight it, but I’d keep pushing—sucking harder, deeper, swallowing him whole until he couldn’t hold back anymore.

And then it would happen—that raw, broken sound of surrender ripping from his throat.