“I want to, Troy.”
Edmund watches, face impassive, while she takes out my cock and licks along the side.
I want to close my eyes in pleasure, but I don’t want to miss a single fucking second of this. She parts her lips and puts her mouth over the head of my cock. Already I’m stretching her.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Edmund has already put his dick away, but if this lasts longer than a few minutes, he’ll be ready for another round.
I won’t last long, though. It was too arousing to watch Dani get fucked by my friend. Then I kissed her while she came. So I’m already halfway to coming, myself.
She does her best to fit me in her mouth, but there’s just no way. She resorts to gripping the rest of my cock in her hand, jacking me while she sucks on the end.
“This is amazing.” I thread my fingers in her hair. “Your tongue is fucking magic, Dani. Yeah. Just like that.”
She makes a hmm of pleasure and cups my balls with her free hand, squeezing gently.
“I’m gonna come fast, baby girl. If you don’t want to swallow me?—”
She tightens her grip on my base and hollows her cheeks as she sucks me harder. Her gray gaze is fierce.
I touch her hair, her cheeks, and trace her lips where she’s stretched around me. This is Dani in front of me, offering me this gift of her mouth. She closes her eyes and hums, like this is pleasurable for her. So fucking hot. My orgasm is seconds away. My dick feels thicker and harder and hypersensitive.
“Look at me, Dani,” I rasp.
Her eyes open once more—and there. Sharp pleasure ricochets through my body, thrumming through my veins.
“Fuck.” I spill over her tongue and down her throat.
She keeps me in her mouth until every drop is gone. Then she pulls away. She presses a kiss against my stomach. The gesture is surprisingly sweet after this perfectly dirty blowjob in the bathroom.
“Thank you.” I help her stand before kissing her swollen lips. “That felt so fucking good, Dani.”
She gives me a wink and leans against me.
A knock sounds on the bathroom door. “Excuse me, Mr. Layton—is everything okay in there?”
The jeweler.
I get my cock put away and pull up my pants, fastening them, before I go to the door. Opening it a crack, I say, “He’s fine.”
“I’d like to hear it from Mr. Layton?—”
“Mr. Manchester can speak for me at any time.” Edmund’s voice carries a tone of annoyance. “My fiancée is feeling much better after her physical therapy session. We’ll be out in just a moment.”
Dani looks part horrified, and part on the brink of giggles. She mouths, “Physical therapy?” and covers her face with her hands.
The jeweler’s footsteps fade as she returns to the front of the shop.
“All right, princess.” Edmund loops his arm through Dani’s. “Let’s get you an engagement ring, shall we? Don’t try to make a statement, and I won’t hassle you on your choice. Pick one that you really like. Small or big, it’s up to you.”
She shoves him, but she’s smiling at the same time.
I follow them out the door, watching the fluid, satisfied grace of her walk.
If I work for Amber’s company, I’ll never see Dani again.
The thought slices through me.
But never seeing her might be better than seeing her all the time and knowing I can never call her mine.
