Faithful to a Fault by K. J. Reed Page A

wariness in his eyes. “Yeah?”
    “Yeah.” He didn’t resist when she pushed his shoulder to lie flat on the bed. She pressed a kiss to his cheek, another under his ear, working around his jaw.
    “You know, I think we could—”
    “Shh.” She cut off his words with a kiss. Anything he had to say, they could talk about later. He was unresponsive for a moment, then a deep rumble from his chest sounded and he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her over his body. It was like lying across stone, his body was so hard. Especially one bit of anatomy she was particularly interested in. She wiggled her hips and he thrust back, his denim-covered cock pressing into her groin.
    Maybe later they’d get to that. But first, she had payment in mind. A little thank-you for the morning wake-up call. She slithered down his body, not letting an inch of space between them, until she could unbuckle his belt and tug his jeans and boxers down his thighs. His cock sprang free, lying against his stomach. He lifted up to help her push the jeans down to his calves.
    “Sarah, I—”
    “Nope. I don’t want to hear it.” She bit the inside of his thigh and he hissed in a breath. “I want to do this for you. So you’ll shut up and like it,” she said with a grin.
    Pete closed his eyes and muttered something that sounded like “God help me,” but she didn’t stop to confirm. Instead she took little nibbling bites all around his erection, making sure to miss the appendage completely. His hips rotated, trying to find her mouth, but she pressed a palm down to keep him still.
    Sarah drifted lower until her chin rested in the line between his thighs. Without thinking she drew a path with her tongue up between his balls.
    “Jesus!”
    Sarah paused, but could tell by the way his hands fisted in the bedspread the expletive was a very positive response.
    With one hand she pulled his cock away from his stomach. Resting on her elbows, she licked the tip like an ice-cream cone. Just enough to make him squirm, way too little to make a dent in the tension he was carrying. His head was back all the way. She could see the strong line of his throat as he swallowed, the square cut of his jaw. But not his eyes.
    She took his cock in as far as possible, using her fist to cover the rest of his length, then sucked. Each pass she increased the pressure, then she would change the pace. Inching down and up, followed by a few quick passes had Pete groaning curses. If her lips weren’t wrapped around his shaft, she’d have smiled.
    Pete gave up the battle and threaded his fingers through her hair. When she glanced up, he was staring at her.
    “Swallow it,” he rasped. “All the way.”
    The thought was intimidating. What did he think she was, some super-star porn magnet? But after one failed attempt, and Pete’s soothing encouragement, she swallowed as she went down, and the fear slipped away.
    “Holy mother of—” Pete’s head dropped back again. He was close, she could feel it. Taking her free hand, she cupped his balls and ran a thumb down the middle, massaging them in time with her suction.
    “Oh fuck. That’s it. That’s—” He didn’t finish before Sarah felt the warm streams of come slide down the back of her throat. She sucked and licked until he was done. Pete seemed unable to move, so she shifted until she could pull the covers over them. Curling up on her side next to Pete, she rested one hand on his chest. The even beat of his heart, the rise and fall of his deep breathing was a comfort like nothing she’d had before.
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    An hour later, Pete woke to the smell of lavender, the feel of a soft body pressed against his, and too many thoughts to process.
    They were still dressed. Christ, they hadn’t even taken the time to get undressed. Well, his pants were chilling around his ankles, but the rest of them was fully clothed.
    He shouldn’t have let that happen. Not with everything so up in the air, so unbalanced. But the