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“If you come, you don’t get my name,” he warned, and I nearly wept at the thought of not letting myself give in to the pleasure that coursed through every inch of my body.
I shouldn’t have allowed myself to grow attached. But fuck. Booker handled me the way I’d always wanted to be handled, like a flower that could withstand being plucked, picked, and cut. My exterior walls hid the delicateness of my heart, and he’d penetrated them with ease. He challenged me, breaking down my barriers and building them up at the same time.
“You’re the only woman I do fucking feel for, Brynne, and it pisses me the fuck off.”
“What you’re doing is more than enough, Booker. So much so, that I don’t think I ever want to leave, because if I do, what if I never find what we have right now? What if I find another wimp like Chase or an asshole like that guy at the gym?”
“Please let me suck your cock, Booker.” His fingers tightened on my chin before his thumb rubbed my skin. “That what you want, Darlin’? To choke on my cock?” I nodded, darting my tongue out to wet my lips and coasting it over the bead of moisture building on his head. “Then open that pretty mouth.”
“I don’t want to share you anymore.” His eyes met mine again, likely to gauge my reaction. “Fuck, I don’t know why I did in the first place. We were just toying with each other, and I fucking liked the way you looked all exposed to them… But now, it makes me want to throw up.”
