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I part my lips, ready to slide my tongue on the tip of him. “I want you like this.”

He smirks at me. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

I peer up at him through my lashes, suddenly feeling very self conscious. “I thought… I thought this was what you liked?”

His brows arch. “It is… but have you done this before?”

A flush hit my cheeks. In all the days with Maison, he never pushed for this. Maison always let me take it slow.

“No,” I admit. “Is it… is it hard or something?”

He chuckles. “Not really. It’s hard to screw up.”

I turn my focus down, and I lift his shirt and kiss his pecs, his abs, his V-shaped muscles near his hips. I explore every inch of him. I try not to think if Maison, but it’s hard. They look exactly alike, but Micah has an edge, even in the way his body twitches in anticipation of me wrapping my mouth around him.

But something is… off. This isn’t how he was with Naomi. “You don’t like this?” I ask him.

He wraps his hands around my neck, pulling my hair through his fingers. “Why would you say that?”

My voice is shaky. “You’re acting different with me than you were with her.”

The night I watched him. He watched me watch him as he finished with her.

“Because you’re not Naomi, London. I could never treat you the same as her. So don’t try to be her.”

Not in a million years do I want to be like Naomi, so I push her out of my thoughts, mad at myself for even bringing her up.

I’ll show him I can do this…

I start by flicking my tongue against the tip of his cock, swallowing the little bit of cum that squirts out. And instead of taking him deep and hard like she did, I lick him like an ice cream cone. He moans and wraps his hands around my head, pulling my hair to the side, playing with it as his cock swells inside my mouth. I lick and lick, and suck and suck, until he makes the face I am waiting for.

I awkwardly look away from him, remembering how hard he fucked Naomi’s face, and I wonder why he’s not doing that to me.

Before he comes, he pulls my head up. His voice is hard and raspy. “I want to see you. Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart, and that mouth right where it is.”

He stays locked on me as he quivers, and I suck and swallow every drop of what comes out of him. “Fuck, London,” he murmurs, biting hard on his bottom lip, his mouth and body twisting with pleasure. He grips my hair so hard as he releases, I think he may pull it out. It pleases me so much to make a guy like Micah come undone. Knowing I caused it… knowing how lethal he is. When he’s done, he pulls his sweats up and lays me on top of him. His breath is heavy as he leans back with me in the crook of his arm.

I don’t say anything, but there is nothing to say. We both wanted this, we both craved this, and couldn’t move forward with any discussion until it happened. He licks his bottom lip and flicks the sweat off his brow as his hands slide up and down my body.

He’s not done with me. He traces his fingers up my shirt, cupping my breasts, pinching them, playing with them. He draws a line down my stomach with lustful intent.

I fidget beneath him, stopping him and curling up so small. I hate to admit what I’m about to tell him, but the guilt will eat at me if I don’t. I’d hate for him to think I’ve already betrayed him so deeply.

But I did…

“Micah, I think I really fucked up…”

His fingers are still beneath me. “For fuck’s sake, London, I told you not to tell him.”

This angers me beyond belief…

I’m beyond sick of people telling me what to do.

I whip my head up. “You had zero right to request that of me, Micah. Maison has a right to know. He should know what he did and come to terms with it—you both do if you’re ever going to truly heal from it. That is not what I fucked up about. I don’t regret telling him for one second. The lies between you two are destroying you both, and you’re taking me down with you.”

He pauses, considering. His body twitches and jaw clenches.

I lay my head down on him and he rests his hand on my back, laying wholly still. His other hand goes right back to my chest.