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And yet… so delicious. Why was this whole thing becoming so delicious??
Okay. New approach. If I was turned on, so be it.
Blowjobs turned me on. Fact. So, maybe I’d just have to enjoy it.
I just wouldn’t let it be abouthim.
Maybe I just needed to think about someone else. Pretend it was someone else’s dick in my mouth. Someone who didn’t make my blood hot with rage. Who just made me…hot.
That would do it.
It wasn’t Dane making me hot. It was fantasy guy.
But which one? I started cycling through the fantasies in my head like a woman possessed, spinning a roulette wheel and trying to land on a winner.
That guy fromThe Walking Dead. The one with the crossbow. He was kinda dirty, but in a good way.
Or Tom Hardy.
Or nineties Val Kilmer?
Aidan Quinn circaLegends of The Fall.
Colin Firth circa anything.
Or maybe a Chris? There were so many to choose from. Evans. Hemsworth. Pine.
Wait. What about a Hemsworth?
“Devi?” Dane knocked on the door.
“Coming!”
Shit.Who was worthy of this kick-ass blowjob I was about to bestow on that man’s dick?
Okay.Breathe.
Focus.
Fantasize…
Tom Hardy inMad Max. Yup. I’d just stormed the desert and there he was, parched and hungry. With his pants down.
Good. That would work.
I tried to lock the fantasy in my mind, and stepped out of the bathroom before I could overthink this to death.
I found Dane standing right outside the door, waiting for me. Wearing nothing but a pair of navy silk pajama pants that swathed his manly hips… and draped over the mouthwatering bulge between his legs.
Like a luxurious gift waiting to be unwrapped.
Oh, Christ. He was already half-hard. Either that… or he had a ridiculously large dick.
It twitched as I stared at it.
My eyes met his.
He swallowed just as I did.
