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start ed at the base of his throat, spread ing out and down to his belly button. She licked the fine hair wet, then blew it dry until it tickled him . His skin stretched smooth, taut across his stomach . She ran the tip of her tongue through the grooves between the muscles, travel ing across every route. His hard-on bumped under her chin and he grunted in desire.
    “ Janice , please.”
    S he wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and put her mouth against the head . She began with soft, tentative licks. His perso nal , musky odor was pleasant, appealing. She grew bolder, sucking the sides of his cock and swirling her tongue up and down his length. Finally, after several minutes of torture, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and sucked the head in. The taste of his pre - cum was light, tangy on the back of her throat.
    “Fuck, Janice.”
    It thrilled her to be in control . She began sucking in earnest, sliding her tongue around the head, down the sides. She tightened her fingers around the base and began to stroke him in to her mouth. S he relaxed her jaw enough to let him slide all the way in against the back of her throat.
    “Holy fucking Christ, Janice.”
    He began pumping his hips up into her mouth and within a few minute s he released against her throat. She kept her mouth around the head of his cock, swallowing . She’d neve r done that before. He trembled, then quieted under her, his breathing ragged. She let his softening cock pop out of her mouth.
    Adrian reach ed down and dragged her up his body. He caught her chin with his hand and kissed her hard .
    “That was, bar none, amazing . Thank you.”
    Janice laughed. Well. That felt good.
    Adrian tucked her in next to him and pulled the sheet up over them.
    “Sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”
    Janice drifted to sleep , cud dled into Adrian’s warm body, wondering what he wanted to talk about.
     
    ***
     
    Adrian woke to the smell of fresh coffee and frying bacon. He st retched. He hadn’t slept that solidly in ages. Work was a constant stress. Despite being behind on several jobs , his engineers didn’t seem to feel the oncoming crisis of the delays like he did. The companies they were producing for could pull out anytime , causing a financial disaster . Only Adrian’s relationship with their executives kept these projects afloat.
    T his morning, none of that mattered. He’d had amazing sex and by the stirrings in his body, he wanted it again. First thing. Coffee. Second. A quick run to the shop for a bo x— economy-sized—of condoms.
    He rolled out of Janice’s bed and used her bathroom. He pulled on his boxers and wandered out into the kitchen. He saw her before she saw him. She stood at the window looking out into the garden. She wore a clingy t-shirt and cotton shorts that hung low on her narrow hips. Her hair was swept up in a French twist again . He wanted to free it and run his fingers through its silky length.
    The morning light bathed her face, revealing the extent of her bruises and he felt a momentary stab of guilt at bedding a woman who’d just had a n accident. The bruises didn’t detract from the beautiful shape of her nose and lips, nor the deep blue of her eyes as she turned to look at him. The sun lit her pale hair like a halo around her head. It punch ed him in the gut and his chest contracted . He actually stumbled slightly . He realized he wanted to wake up to her face every morning .
    “Hi,” she greeted him . “I’ve got coffee and breakfast . H ungry?”
    Adrian str ode to her, cupped the ba ck of her neck and pulled her close for a deep kiss. She tasted like coffee. Sharp, fresh, earthy.
    When she kissed him back, he slid his hand down, tracking the curve of her back , impelling her possessively against his arousal . Reluctantly, after a minute, he released her, stepping back.
    “We need to put that on hold un til I can follow through .”
    She laughed , a deep, husky sound , making him want to kiss her