Page 168 of Filthy Beautiful


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I groaned, stretching. “You gonna be done with this anytime soon? I need coffee.”

“Maybe. If you stop making that face.” She snorted, swallowing her laughter. “You are such a giant baby.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re always giving everyone else a hard time with all the smart-ass comments, making people squirm. It’s totally your thing. You dish it out all over the place, but you can’t take it, Xander Rush.”

“You’re right. I do prefergivingthe hard time.” I punctuated that with a gratuitous hand-pump of my half-limp dick.

She rolled her eyes, but grinned.

I rolled toward her, sliding my hand up to her luscious tit and squeezing. “How about I give you that other lesson now…? Fill that mouth of yours. It’s called Blowjobs 101.” I lowered my mouth to her nipple and sucked on it.

“You wish,” she breathed.

“I do.”

“You can’t distract me,” she said, sounding distracted.

“Mmm,” I murmured, rolling my tongue over her swollen pink nipple as it hardened.

She brushed her hand through my hair and ran it gently down my neck. “Just… don’t worry so much, okay?” she murmured, her tone suddenly serious.

I looked up, meeting her eyes. “About what?”

“What we talked about yesterday. You didn’t do anything wrong here. I’m no angel.”

“You feel like one…” I kissed her throat, softly.

“I mean, you don’t need to feel guilty about this, Xan.”

“Guilty?”

“Yeah,” she said. “And I’ll tell Cary. So you don’t have to.”

I stared at her.

What the fuck…?

She squirmed. “It would just feel wrong, you know? If we didn’t tell him…” She waited, like she fully expected me to agree, wholeheartedly.

“Tell him what, exactly?”

“That we’re, you know, doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“You know. This. Like… seeing each other.”

“We had sex,” I said, very carefully and clearly. “That doesn’t mean we’re seeing each other.”

She recoiled from me… and I felt this whole gorgeous morning whooshing away, right down the fucking shitter.

“Well… what would you call it?” she said, all fucking attitude. “I canseeyou right now. Lying next to me. Without any pants.”

I sighed. Were we seriously having this conversation?

Right the fuck now?