I grinned, far too thrilled at having this effect on him. Going deeper, I showed off my complete lack of a gag reflex, swallowing around his head. He cursed, holding my face as he thrust deeper and deeper.
On a shout, he tensed, then spilled down my throat. I tried to swallow every drop of his impressive load, my hand stroking my cock as I tried to keep up. As soon as I’d sucked him dry, he went to his knees and pushed me back, taking me in his mouth. Grazing my balls with his fingertips, he proceeded to suck the soul right out of my body.
I was already close, and his take-charge blow job pushed me over lightning fast. Thrusting out of rhythm, with zero control over the flood of happy hormones, I melted into the floor, completely spent. With one final, tortuous and perfect suck, he pulled off, laughing. Crawling up my body, he kissed me, sharing my taste.
“I’m sorry you have to go, but I hope you hurry back,” he said, pressing his soft lips to my forehead. “Can you wait for me to make you some coffee?”
I shook my head. “I really have to go. Judi Dench is waiting for me at my office.”
He gave me a disgruntled look followed by a wink. My cock twitched. Hard.
“One of these days, you’ll have to tell me how you named your dog after one of the best actors of our time.”
“It’s a deal.”
He stood and reached for my hand, hauling me up. “No, it’s a date.”
I barely stopped myself from giving him a celebratory fist bump. Like, just barely.
I dressed quickly and then shared a lingering kiss with him as we made our way—inefficiently as fuck—to his front door. Isodidn’t want to leave, but the reality of my life waited for me. I kissed him one more time before heading out to my car and getting on the road. As I left the magic bubble of his house and joined the morning traffic, though, reality started to creep in. Being in a relationship with a man who couldn’t be around dogs seemed impossible. Yet, I couldn’t imagine walking away just because it was going to be a challenge.
I had no clue how we could make it work, but I hoped he was willing to try.
SIX
Gideon
“I resenta six-pound dog named Judi Dench.”
Jackson, my asshole therapist-friend, looked up from his desk. “Our session is on Friday.”
“Yes.”
“This is Wednesday.”
“Yeah, but I met my future husband yesterday, and he has a dog.”
“Is that Thundercloud Subs?” he asked, eyeballing the brown paper bag in my hands.
“Maybe.”
“Is there an Office Favorite in there with light onions and extra Thundersauce?”
“Yes.”
“With vinegar and sea salt kettle chips?”
“Of course.”
“And is that a chocolate banana shake?”
“I believe it is.”
“You may sit.”
Grinning, I set down the sandwich and shake in front of him before pushing the flimsy office chair out of the way and dragging over the love seat from his counseling nook.
“Please. Rearrange my office,” he said dryly through a mouthful of food. You’d think he’d be used to it by now.
