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“Are you kidding?” I beamed. “You were fuckin’ brilliant.”
He suddenly yanked up his pants and did the zipper but nothing else before launching himself at me.
“Honey?”
Head down on my shoulder, arms around my neck, legs wrapped around my hips, he wasn’t talking, just shaking.
“You’re scaring me,” I said into his hair. “What’s wrong?”
“I used—I treated you like a whore, and I didn’t … I would never … Duncan.”
I chuckled and squeezed him tight. “You were being what he expected. You were amazing. For someone who was winging it, you certainly channeled your inner asshole.”
He whimpered deeply, and his mouth opened on the side of my neck.
“You did it, Aaron. You sold it. We got the invite, and he’s going to go behind your back to talk to me now because he thinks he’s going to get one over on you. He’ll think that big bad Aaron Sutter doesn’t see him coming and he’ll get what belongs to you.”
Aaron’s hand slid inside my shirt over the same nipple—again—that Clay had sucked.
“He’s an arrogant prick, and he wants what’s yours.”
“Well, he’s not getting it,” Aaron growled, pulling back, sliding off me to his knees before bending to lick over my pectoral.
“What are you doing?” I asked, because it felt good.
“Cleaning him off you,” he said, gently putting his hands on my sides as he swirled his tongue over the pebbling nub.
It felt so good, and when he eased me up into the chair, I went readily.
He moved from my right nipple to the left and then kissed down my exposed abdomen to my belt buckle. “You’re hard.”
“Have to be dead not to be.”
He got into my pants, shoved my briefs down, and when my cock bobbed free, he deep-throated me with practiced ease.
I bucked up off the chair, and his hand closed on my base as he used the flat of his tongue, his teeth, and the suction to make my balls ache with the need to come.
“Aaron,” I whined when he stopped, unable to hold the sound in.
“Forgive me.”
I made a noise, which he took as yes, and his lips clamped down over the end of my shaft.
“Fuck!”
It was fast and dirty, the way he sucked cock, and I dumped cum down the back of his throat, thick and hot, and watched him swallow it all.
As I sat there, panting, heart pounding in my ears, I realized he wasn’t seeing me. Fisting my hand in his hair, I lifted his head to meet my gaze and found those beautiful eyes swimming with tears. “What the hell?”
“I almost lost it,” he confessed, and I could hear how nasally his voice was. “I can’t have that man or anyone else put their hands on you. I thought I was going to throw up.”
I couldn’t stop smiling.
“I hit you!”
“Yes,” I said, laughing softly.
“Duncan!” He was incredulous.
