“I’m just licking.”
“I’m just licking, she says like a fucking angel. All right, then, Whirlwind. Lick me again. See what you get.”
I lap at the slit with more fervor, tasting where his seed comes from before pulling the whole tip of his cock into my mouth.
He’s huge.
There’s no way I could fit all of him in my mouth, but he doesn’t seem to care, just the tip is more than enough to make him make the best sounds. Groaning, growling noises that match the rough thrusts against my tongue, and then cursing as his cock goes even harder, stiff as a board, andthrobs.
With a hard, heavy spurt, he comes on my tongue.
The taste is so different from the clear precum that I pull off in surprise. The next spurt of his release lashes across my mouth, then the third hits my cheek. I stare up at him in surprise as he takes over, fisting his cock up and away from me, spilling the rest of his seed on his belly andunderwear.
“These things are beyond redemption,” he mutters, shoving his boxers down on his hips before falling back on my bed.
“I’ll wash them for you.” I wipe my face, then crawl back onto the bed and curl up beside him.
He tugs me into his side. “Sex isn’t always this messy, I promise.”
“I like it.”
He growls again, then kisses my temple. “If I don’t see you at the field today, I’ll call you tonight when I get to Atlanta. I want to call you every night that I’m gone. I already know I’m going to miss you.”
I’m going to miss him too.
When he finally leaves, commando under his jeans, his cum-stained boxers in my laundry basket—how domestic—I stay in bed for a long stretch, staring at the ceiling, replaying our conversations and the orgasms and the kissing and the rest of our conversations over and over again.
The trial engagement part. The white picket fences part. The babies in the future part.
Thenot consummating our marriagepart.
We did a lot of things last night. A lot of firsts for me.
But despite how many times he called me his wife, he didn’t take it all the way.
He left ourmarriageunconsummated on purpose, to give me an out if I want one.
No sex.
Not unless I’m sure about us, just in case weneed to be honest with a judge that we never consummated our marriage and it was all a paperwork mistake.
But nothing about the way he kisses me, or the mess he makes when I suck his cock, or all the rest of it feels like a paperwork mistake.
And I have to keep all of this a secret while I make this decision and do my job and stay cool.
CHAPTER 15
JEFF
I’m two minutes late for the morning staff meeting. I don’t fucking care. Helen is waiting for me at the door from the parking lot with an iced coffee and my clipboard.
“Thank you,” I say, already looking at the notes she’s assembled for me.
She makes a surprised little sound. “You’re welcome.”
“This is good.” I take another sip of coffee. “Really good.”
“It’s the same as always. Did you maybe get more sleep than usual last night?”
