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“Way ahead of you,” she says with a grin as she gets to her knees in front of me. “Just don’t go falling in love with what I’m about to do to you.”

It’s far too late for that, but she can’t know that. Not yet. Until I come clean with Josie about my children, I can’t let on that I’ve lost the damn bet.

Chapter Thirty-One

Josie

King lets out a low groan as I bob my head on his cock. Each time he gets close, I pull back and nip his thighs or trace the crease between his balls with my tongue. I don’t want him to come. Not yet. Not while I’m still reliving that moment where he almost asked me to stay and I almost said okay.

I pretended I didn’t understand what he meant by those few words, but I knew there were more words to be said. He just didn’t have the courage to say them.

And I lacked the courage to hear them.

Come tomorrow, I’ll be left with the memory, and he’ll be blissfully unaware that he almost made the biggest mistake of his life. Thanks to that gummy, he won’t recall almost asking for the strings he vehemently denies wanting. He won’t remember a damn thing about this night.

Well, except for this blow job. I don’t see how he could ever forget the way I’m choking on him.

He leans forward and grips the hem of my shirt, raising it up my back. “Damn. I love the way you arch your back while you suck me.”

His hand drifts lower. He squeezes my ass until it hurts, and his hips rock his dick into my throat.

“Let me fuck you, my beauty,” he whispers as I gag. “I want us to come at the same time. Let me feel you wrapped around me.”

I gulp air as I pull away from his throbbing cock. I rip off my tank top, then step out of my underwear. He fists himself, holding his girth ready for me as I climb over his lap and seat myself on the first try. We groan and moan, a harmony drifting between us with each rock of my hips.

“Wait,” I say. “I want you to wear the vest.”

“Now?” he asks, thrusting into me.

“Yes. This might be my only chance. Once you sober up, you’ll never agree to wear the vest again.”

“Fair point.” He smiles at me. “But I’ll only agree if you wear yours too.”

“But of course,” I say, climbing off him. “Keep stroking your cock for me. I’ll be right back.”

I shuffle to the closet on shaky legs and ease open the door. I spot the vests tucked around a box on the top shelf. I pull the first one down and slide my arms through the holes.

“There is something so sexy about having part of you hidden from me.” The corner of his mouth ticks upward. “There is something so sexy about you. In general. Always.”

“Don’t make it weird,” I say as I reach for the other vest. It tangles around the box, which falls to the floor.

Papers fall out, and I hurry to stuff them back inside. Once the box is back on the shelf, I tiptoe back to the bed and toss the blazing orange material onto King’s bare chest.

He sits upright and pulls on the vest, and I climb onto his lap again. He pulls my breast through the orange slit and sucks my sensitive nipple into his mouth. My hips buck on his cock, and I pull his head closer. I want him to suck harder, and it’s as if he reads my mind. He sucks so hard that it hurts. My eyes roll back, and pleasure rockets between my legs.

“Fuck, I’m close,” I whimper. I rock faster on his cock.

“This vest really does it for you, huh?” he whispers against my chest.

I grind harder, faster. “No. You do it for me, King.”

He growls against my breast, then nips the pale skin. “Am I the only one?”

“Yes.”

He pulls my nipple into his mouth again, and his hands squeeze my hips until I’m certain I’ll have bruises for weeks. It’s enough to send me into a spasm, and my pussy clamps down on him.

His head tips back, and the veins in his neck bulge. Warmth floods me as I come on his pulsing cock. The orgasm rips through me, and I can’t stop the low moan from rolling out of me. But as he fucks me harder, as he comes deep inside me, that moan turns into a guttural cry. I’ve never had someone bury themselves this deeply.