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grin. “That’s all that matters.”

Our eyes meet, and everything goes numb. Never in my life have I felt what I feel for this man. I wait, begging with my eyes.

Say it, Ash.

Say it.

But his stare is so level. “Are you happy, Ally T?”

He isn’t going to say it. I lick my lips, and softly, I say, “So much so. You’re about to get the best loving of your life.”

He nods, so damn sure of himself. “I know.”

So cocky! And boy, do I love it.

But the one thing that demolishes me inside is that I didn’t need any of this.

All I need are those three words.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Asher

Ally wasn’t playing when she said she was going to give me the best loving of my life.

I arch into the wall with my shoulders, sliding deeper into the back of her throat as she sucks me into oblivion. I squeeze my eyes shut as I drag in a deep breath, unsure how the hell the Lord gave my girl a mouth like this. Not only is she quick-tongued, she sucks like a damn dream.

“I almost don’t know if my cock loves your mouth or your pussy more,” I somehow get out, and when she laughs around my cock, a shiver runs up my spine.

She runs her tongue up the length of me, a smacking noise leaving those beautiful lips before she asks, “What is your favorite?”

I can’t even open my eyes. “Both. I love it all.”

She moves her mouth over me once more, her tongue curving around my girth and sending me out of this world. I thread my fingers into her hair, pulling it out of its ponytail before I wrap the strands around my hand, guiding her up and down my cock. She cups my balls, her other hand holding me at the base, and everything is on fire. I’m burning inside and out, and I don’t know how much more I can handle. I don’t even know how we got here. I planned on loving every inch of her once we got back to my place, but she had other plans.

After a great and what I feel was a special dinner, we shared a dessert of chocolate-covered strawberries. Very romantic and she loved it. Everything I wanted to accomplish with this night has become a reality. I wanted her to feel beautiful, check. Really, that should get like nine checks because, good Lord, she’s stunning. I wanted her to feel special, check. But most of all, I wanted her to know how much she means to me. Yup, I know she knows. I can feel it. Now, though, in the bathroom of the restaurant that serves as the backdrop to a perfect night, my cock is down her throat, and she’s on her knees.

She looks unbelievably beautiful in the strapless red dress that hugs her body in all my favorite places. Her ass, her hips, and those great breasts of hers. I love it all. I’ll never forget the chub I got when I slid the fuzzy white jacket down her arms. Yes, chub is my new word when it comes to her.

She’s gorgeous. Simply stunning. Her hair was up in a sleek ponytail before I messed that up, but I don’t think she cares. I know I sure as shit don’t. Her makeup is all dramatic and sultry in a way I’ve never seen. Her lips were a dark red, but now, they’re pink, her lipstick smeared around her mouth and on my cock.

As she rakes her teeth down my throbbing skin, I feel my body shaking. My knees are weak, my stomach is clenching, and fuck, I never want her to stop. “Fuck, I’m about to blow.”

She moans against my cock and, around it, says, “Blow.”

I groan loudly, and I don’t care who hears me. In all reality, I want the world to know that I am getting the best and hottest blow job of my life. I angle my hips forward, so deep in her mouth and throat as I unload the massive load that has been building since she walked into the restaurant. Her mouth is relentless as she sucks me dry, draining me completely. I squeeze a fistful of her hair, her name falling so softly from my lips, I hardly hear it, but I know I said it. I draw in deep breaths, and then I feel her lips on mine. I hadn’t even realized she had moved. Her tongue is tangled with mine, and