Patch asked Margot not to come with him to the law office. “It’s going to be a three-ring circus, babe,” he’d said, kissing her on the nose as she finished her morning sun salutations.
“I don’t want you to face it alone.” Margot frowned, wiping a gym towel over her damp brow.
“And I appreciate it. I do.” He slid on his shirt, his hair still wet from the shower. “But the world doesn’t get to drag you into my shit. I’m a big boy. I’ll take care of business. Let me get in my head and do what I gotta do.”
“I’m a big girl. And if you hurt, I hurt. That’s how it works.”
“I won’t let anyone hurt me.”
“I’m into peace and love, but I swear to God, if Guy Footscray opens his fat mouth and tries to blame his predatory behavior on you, then I’m going to stick him in a vegan pizza oven myself.”
“Note to self. Never piss off a hippie.”
“Damn straight. Namaste, motherfuckers.”
He burst out laughing, grabbing her off the yoga mat and hauling her against the wall.
“I’m having déjà vu,” she said, tapping her chin.
“Pretty sure you were in this position an hour ago.”
“Ah yes, sorry. All this monkey sex really blurs together.”
He growled low in his throat, a mock glower on his features. “I blur for you.”
“Sadly, no. I can picture us all too clearly.” She heaved an exaggerated sigh. “All the time. I can be at the grocery store, picking up my kombucha before class, and suddenly, I’m back in my bedroom, worshipping your cock. These fantasies are getting to be a problem.”
“Then I wish you nothing but a life riddled with this problem.”
She wiggled, wanting to get loose and he let her go. That’s how Patch was. He never hung on or forced her to do a single thing she didn’t want to do. And because of that, they worked well together.
She opened his suit pants.
“Babe,” he groaned as she slid to her knees. “I’m going to be late.”
“Hang on, your cock is trying to tell me something. What’s that, boy?” she tilted her head, pretending to listen intently. “You want to slide down my throat? Have me do that thing with my tongue?”
“Shit, the tongue thing? Fine. I’ll pencil you in.”
“Don’t worry. I have it on good authority that I can work fast.”
She slid her mouth over his head, wrapping her fingers around the root. He twitched in her mouth, and she loved it. She loved that she blew his mind with everything she did. And she didn’t take his lack of experience for granted. She wouldn’t just phone it in, assuming he’d be impressed with anything.
Nope. She was playing her all-star game.
Which got tricky when a guy was as thick as he was. Relaxing her throat, she took him down, down, gagging a little at the halfway point.
“Shit, you don’t have—”
She pulled off. “I don’t have to. Iwantto. You’re gorgeous. And trust me, I don’t mind a challenge.” She got him all in this time and began to work his shaft in a bobbing rhythm, flicking her tongue at the base of his head to drive him wild.
And true to her word, she got him there fast, especially when she used her other hand to brush his sac, kneading the sensitive skin with tender pressure.
“Babe. Shit. Babe.” His hands buried in her hair, pulling as he began to lose control, come apart, buck in her mouth. “Careful. I’m close, I’m going to...”
She grabbed his hard ass and urged him harder, not to hold back, to let go and she could handle.
“How am I supposed to function,” he rasped once he was spent. “I think you just sucked my brains out.”
