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“I’ve been so distracted all day. I might have watched you come on screen last night, but it’s not the same. I want to feel it.”

My cock jerks in his hand. “It won’t take long.”

He smirks. “I love how worked up you get,” he mutters before sinking to his knees.

And fuck if the sight of him down there, his lips parted, ready to take me, doesn’t have me riding a knife’s edge.

My chest heaves as I stare down at him.

He leans forward, his tongue swiping the precum that’s beading at my tip.

“I’m sorry,” he rasps. “I overreacted. But the thought of anyone else doing this to you makes me a little crazy.”

Reaching out, I thread my fingers through his damp hair, but despite being desperate to, I don’t drag him closer. I wait for him to lean in and take me into his hot mouth.

And is it worth the wait?

“Oh shit,” I cry when he takes me all the way to the back of his throat. I watch his cheeks hollow out as he sucks me, and it takes every ounce of self-control I possess to hold back.

I last three minutes.

Three fucking minutes before I blow, filling his mouth and watching him swallow me down.

“Fuck,” I gasp, slumping against the wall as he sits back on his haunches, his sweats tented with his erection.

“Well, that was a welcome,” I tease once my brain is functioning again.

His smirk grows.

“So, I guess you’re not hungry anymore.”

He climbs from the floor before reaching out and gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“I’m always hungry, Garrett,” he practically growls. His dark, hungry eyes bore into mine. “And I can always take more.”

My eyes bounce between his as I try to figure out if he’s actually talking about food or not.

My fingers twitch at my sides to reach for him, but before I get a chance, he darts back and begins walking deeper into the apartment, leaving the luggage he brought with him at the door.

“This place is nice,” he says, leaving me to watch him familiarize himself with my home. Okay, my sister’s home.

“Yeah, and the view is pretty incredible.”

“Oh shit, you can see the arena,” Cooper breathes.

“That wasn’t what I was talking about,” I murmur. “But yeah, that’s pretty sweet too.”

He looks back at me with his signature smirk.

“Kodie knows,” he states.

I frown. “Kodie knows…what?” I ask, assuming my first thought is wrong.

It has to be wrong.

“Kodie knows I’m seeing a guy.”

I have to reach out and steady myself on the couch. This is huge. No. It’s beyond huge.