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To my shock, he skips my throbbing length, and lifts me until I’m fully exposed. His tongue finds my hole, causing me to gasp. “Gideon.” I tremble. He uses his tongue to work me open before finally adding fingers to the mix.

My hole is fully stretched, and yet it’s eagerly twitching for more. “I need you, Gideon.”

“Patience, babe.” He laughs, returning his attention to rimming me. Several more minutes of this sweet, sensual torture and I’m half convinced I’m horny enough to come from his tongue alone. It’s only then, does he stand and continues stripping. He guides the head of us cock to my entrance and slowly pushes in.

The stretch is even more than I remember from five months ago, but it feels so damn good. “Yes,” I pant. “Faster.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He thrusts forward, my hole swallowing him. My hands fly up above my head and I push against the arm of the sofa. It gives me the resistance I need to push back and ride his thick cock.

“Fuck, Avery. You’re really tight, babe.”

I moan, working my muscles and purposely tightening further. He groans, thrusting harder. We find a frantic, desperate rhythm. Gideon keeps me trapped under his body as we both work toward our release.

“Touch yourself,” he commands. My right hand flies to my cock, without even hesitating. Holy fuck. I love his dominate side. I begin stroking in time with his thrusts, faster and faster. We both last longer than I thought we would, but eventually his cock inside of me combined with my perfect strokes is too much.

With a scream, I come, my body tightening around him, begging for his release.

“FUUUCK,” he roars. His thrusts turn erratic as he pounds inside of me and my eyes roll into the back of my head. My cock is spraying cum everywhere, but I don’t care.

“So good, so good,” I chant. The slick glide of his cock almost becomes too much, but my body stays locked in this never-ending orgasm, until finally, Gideon’s heat fills me.

He collapses on top of me, his heavy weight a comforting reminder of how Gideon makes me feel safe. Our bodies are slick from sweat and lavender oil, and yet this moment is absolutely perfect.

Chapter eight

Gideon

A soft, warm weight shifts against my chest, waking me from a peaceful sleep. Avery. Sunlight trickles through the window, bathing us in hues of amber and honey.

I blink, a heavy confusion settling over me before my eyes adjust to the rest of the room. It isn’t early. The shadows on the hardwood floor are short and direct, meaning the morning has vanished. I look down at my wrist, but my watch is sitting on the nightstand next to an empty glass and the small bottle of honey-lavender massage oil. I smirk, memories rushing back.

Avery is curled into my side, his bare shoulder pressed against my ribs, one of his legs draped completely over my thighs. His brown hair is a wild mess against the white pillow, and his breathing is deep, slow, and completely peaceful. His skin still carries the faint, sweet scent of the lavender treatment from the night before.

I lie perfectly still, letting the reality of the situation wash over me. For weeks, I told myself to keep my distance and keep things professional. I justified my attraction and told myself that twenty-six and thirty-eight didn't mix. That a retired ex-bodyguard had no business holding onto a vibrant, ambitious designer.

But looking at him now, completely safe and soft in my arms, the urge to pull back dissolves completely. I don't want to run away. I don't want to give him space. I want to build a perimeter around this room and keep him right here.

Carefully, so I don't wake him, I slide out from under the lightweight comforter. My bare feet are silent against the floor as I pull on my jeans from the night before. I step out into the small living room, checking the kitchen clock. It is nearly one in the afternoon.

My stomach lets out a loud rumble. Avery hasn't eaten since a few small bites at Ezra's barbecue yesterday, so I wash my hands and start looking through his small refrigerator. He has standard groceries; several cheeses, fresh veggies, and some lunch meat. Then, I get an idea. Making my way to the gift basket I gave him, I pull out a few ingredients.

I unhook an apron reading ‘Want to taste my meat?’ printed on the front, tie the strings securely around my waist, and start working. Placing the items on the counter, I make sure I have everything I need; a block of Eden cheese, some honey, a small jar of pimiento peppers, mayo, salt, and pepper. Perfect.

Taking all the ingredients, I measure them out by sight—like Ma taught me—and mix them together. I can’t be entirely sure Avery will like the spread I’m making, but it’s a classic staple in some Filipino households. I’d love to show him this side of me. But just in case, I make a backup plan. If he doesn’t like this Filipino grilled cheese, it wouldn’t be too hard to make him a different sandwich.

In the meantime, I fry up some bacon I find in the deli drawer. Then, I slice several pieces of pandesal bread, and layer it with light butter before placing them into a pan on the stove. The kitchen quickly fills with the delicious scent of the sweet, savory spread and toasted, buttery bread.

"Holy shit, is that a handsome Filipino god making grilled cheese this morning?"

I look up to see Avery leaning against the kitchen doorframe. He is wearing nothing but a pair of oversized gray sweatpants, his bare torso tan and lined with the faint, faded marks of my fingers from last night. He looks incredibly groggy, his brown eyes blinking sleepily as he rubs a hand over his face.

"It's actually a recipe Ma taught me." My face softens as he eyes the ingredients and notices the spread.

“May I?” he asks, pointing at the spread. “It smells delicious, but unlike anything I’ve tried before.”

“Please. Tell me what you think.” I flip the sandwiches in the pan. The edges are a perfect, crispy golden brown. Avery dips his finger into the spread and hums his approval.

“Oh my god, it’s a little sweet… yet not?” He laughs. “I don’t know how to describe it, but please tell me it’s inside those pandesal rolls your grilling up.”