Page 71 of Getting Down to Business

“Should I continue?”

“Yes,” he answered, his voice coming out breathy and desperate. He watched as she ran her tongue up his cock while giving him a naughty look.

When she wrapped her lips around him again, he jerked. He tugged down his shorts a little so she had more room as she serviced him with incredible enthusiasm. She even moaned a few times as if she were enjoying it. The sound reverberated through his flesh, making him want to explode.

He made the mistake of opening his eyes and looking down to watch. Her lips were flushed red from the friction. She continued to slide down over him and pull back up with just the right amount of pressure.

He could feel himself building. Watching was too much, but he couldn’t look away, and it was too late anyway.

“Liss,” he groaned, giving her fair warning, but she didn’t move. Instead, she kept going, taking in everything he gave her as he cried out so loud it echoed in the room.

When his breathing came back down to normal, Alyssa tucked him back in his pants and looked up at him.

“I don’t like this movie. Can we watch something else?” She tilted her head adorably, her lips still shiny and slightly swollen. He’d never seen anyone more beautiful in all his life.

“We can watch whatever the hell you want.”

* * * *

Gray fell asleep while they were watching the movie she picked, and she covered him with a blanket before going to bed.

Now he wasn’t in her bed and she missed him.

As she was deciding whether or not she wanted to go wake him so he could come to bed, he stepped in her room and crawled into bed next to her, pulling her close.

“Snuggling isn’t required after oral.” She laughed, but shifted so she could get closer. She’d taken great pleasure in watching him enjoy what she was doing to him earlier. She loved that power, and had forgotten what it felt like. It had been so long. A lifetime ago.

“I like to talk to you while I fall asleep,” he confessed.

“And you wondered why I bought you a kid’s toothbrush. Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?” she joked.

“Maybe. You got any good ones?”

“No.” She shook her head, remembering her personal stories were off limits.

“Maybe you could tell me what happened to you?” he suggested.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean the way you won’t let anyone in, and how you avoid anything remotely resembling a real connection with another person.”

“Oh. That.”

“Yeah. That.”

“It’s like you said, my bitchy blood.”

He wasn’t dissuaded.

“Come on. I know you don’t like to trust people. But have I given you any reason not to trust me?”

“That’s kind of the problem. I don’t know who I can trust and who I can’t, so by default, I trust no one.”

“Please, tell me. Trust me with this one thing. Please.” He made it sound simple. It was just a story. Part of her past she hadn’t managed to get over. Maybe telling him would be a step in that direction. Or maybe he would look at her differently.

“You go first. What is the worst thing that happened to you?” She made a habit of turning his questions back on him as a distraction. It usually worked.

“All right. I’ll go first, but you’d better not leave me hanging when I’m done. Will you share yours if I share mine?”