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“I have my glasses,” he said easily, stacking up his containers and sliding them into his backpack. “Do you want me to wait for you to get changed so we can go in together?”

I hesitated, taking a slow sip of coffee so I had time to think about my answer. I’d come up with an idea last night, but I was pretty sure if I told Rafe my plan to track down Frank and Beans, he’d try and convince me not to.

I didn’t want to outright lie to him, so I just carefully said, “I’ve got a few things to do before I head in, so don’t wait for me, kitten. But I’ll come and see you when I get into work.”

He flushed. “You don’t have to.”

“Of course I’m going to.” I drained my cup and stood to put it in the sink. “Are you sure you’re okay? If you start getting a headache or anything—”

“I’m fine.” He rested a hand on my stomach and leaned up to kiss me when I rounded the island.

I was still a little nervous about hurting his nose, so I kept it light as I kissed him back. But then Rafe’s tongue brushed my lower lip, and I was helpless to stop myself from opening up and letting him sink it into my mouth.

God, I loved kissing him so much. Loved feeling his lean body pressed up against me, his long fingers on my skin, his warmth and scent surrounding me.

He made me feel safe, in a way. Calm and relaxed and comfortable and free to not always be the life and soul, entertaining everyone. I’d fallen into a loop of feeling that way—probably a byproduct of my job—and thinking I had to always surround myself with people so I didn’t get bored and lonely even when I was at home.

But I didn’t really feel that need anymore. I didn’t want to be surrounded by lots of people all the time. I was happy just being with Rafe. He made me feel secure.

Suddenly, I was desperate to show him how much I cared about him. I still didn’t know what I wanted to say, how I would convince him to try something more than just sex with me, so instead I broke the kiss and sank to my knees, gazing up at him.

“Let me suck your dick before you go, kitten,” I pleaded, reaching for his fly.

Rafe’s eyes flared as he stared down at me, tongue darting out to wet his lips. He nodded, gripping the counter behind him as I hurriedly undid his pants and pushed them down his hips along with his boxer briefs.

His breath hitched when I enveloped his cock in my mouth, sucking softly as he hardened against my tongue. My hands slid up the backs of his thighs to cup his ass, and he sighed with pleasure as my head started to bob, one of his hands reaching down to thread through my hair.

I knew we didn’t have much time before he had to leave for work, but I sucked him slowly, wanting to savour it, moaning when he began to leak pre-cum onto my tongue. Soon, his fingers were gripping my hair tighter as he moaned with every panting breath, his hips twitching to sink his cock deeper every time I sucked all the way down his length.

God, I loved the sounds he made. How loud he got. Groaning around him, I reached down and shoved my hand into my sweatpants, fumbling to pull out my aching cock. He moaned when I started stroking myself fast, my balls already tight and drawn up.

“Fuck. Dan,” he panted, his head falling back, trembling fingers curling against my scalp. “Gonna come. I’m—”

I moaned around him hoarsely and felt my cock stiffen even further as I shuttled my fist over it at a frantic pace. His breaths sped up and his hips began to twitch, before he tightened his grip in my hair to hold my head steady as he let out a strained groan and his cock pulsed against my tongue.

I started coming just a moment after he did, moaning deliriously around his cock as it spurted into my mouth and I shot all over the cabinet between his spread legs. Rafe sagged when his orgasm ended, and I heard his throat click with a swallow as he tried to catch his breath.

Reluctantly, I slid my mouth up his length and paused to give the head a soft, tonguing kiss, lapping up the last of his cum. He moaned breathlessly, his fingers gentling in my hair as he leaned back against the counter.

I licked my lips and smiled up at him, voice hoarse when I warned, “Don’t get my cum on your pants.”

“Huh?” He leaned over and glanced down to see my release dripping down the cabinet between his legs, then laughed as he stretched out an arm to grab a paper towel.

I took it from him and wiped up my mess, then helped pull his pants and underwear back up as I stood. “You should get going, kitten,” I told him reluctantly, because I didn’t want to let him out of my sight. “Sorry if I’ve made you late.”

“I don’t care.” He smiled up at me and leaned in to give me a kiss. “So you’ll be in a bit later?”

“Uh-huh.” I squirmed a little guiltily as I followed him to the door. “Just got a few things to do. Boring things. I’ll be in soon.”

“’Kay.” He locked the front door behind us, tugged his backpack strap higher on his shoulder, and grinned at me. “See you later.”

“See you later, kitten.”

We parted ways after leaving the porch, him heading to his car and me walking slowly across the front lawn toward my own house. I paused at my front door to wave as he pulled out onto the street.

The moment his car had vanished, I headed off my porch to my car, before doubling back after glancing down at myself. I definitely couldn’t show up where I was going with my dick swinging freely in my sweats. I’d be arrested.

Chapter Forty-Four