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What I can promise is that I want him.

Gabe swallows. “Even though you and Marcus…”

He pauses, throat working.

“Even though me and Marcus what?”

He gives me a look.

“You weren’t exactly quiet. Neither of you.”

My face flushes.

“It was… practice. For my wish.”

“Practice,” he repeats, setting his jaw.

Heat floods through my body. Gabe’s kind of sexy when he’s jealous. I wonder if he knows that.

My eyes trail along his jawline up to his eyes.

“Mmhm,” I murmur, and drop to my knees, placing my hands on his waistband.

Gabe’s breath hitches.

“What are you doing?”

“Showing you that I want you.”

I deftly unbutton his charcoal gray slacks, reaching in to cup him through his boxer briefs.

His hips jerk forward as he plumps beneath my hand.

I hum in the back of my throat. He’s bigger than I would have imagined, thicker at the head. My body heats as I wonder how it would feel pushing inside me.

My pussy throbs and I slide his slacks and boxer briefs down just enough so that his cock springs free, hot and hard. I circle him with my fingers.

Gabe’s breath comes out in short bursts.

“Margo… bellissima,” he groans when I stroke up.

My heart skips at the Italian pet name.

I lean forward, taking just the bulbous head into my mouth. I suck and I can taste salt from his skin and precum leaking from his tip. I moan around him.

I may be half his age, but I learned a few tricks in college.

I swirl my tongue around the head before taking him deeper, and Gabe’s breathing goes even harsher.

“Fuck,” he curses, hips bucking.

I gag slightly and he freezes but I keep going, taking him deeper.

Gabe chokes out a long moan as I start to bob my head, his knuckles white as he braces himself on the counter behind him.

I continue, hollowing my cheeks, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Shit, bellissima, don’t look at me like that. You’re going to make me⁠—”