One Night of Trouble (After Hours #3)

AJ groaned when she wrapped her lips around him. Goddamn it. There was no greater feeling in the world.

Brett’s mouth was absolute heaven. Her tongue was pure sin. And she knew exactly how to use both, wasting no time in kindling the arousal that burned in his blood. Long, teasing glides along his shaft, until it was slick with moisture and throbbing with impatience. She sucked on the tip, and AJ almost keeled over from pleasure.

His fingers tangled in her hair, hips flexing as he tried to drive deeper.

But his eager attempt only caused her to release him. “Oh, baby, you need it bad, don’t you?”

“Fuck. Yes.” He shuddered when she rubbed her thumb over the base of his shaft. “No teasing tonight, angel. Give it to me.”

“I think it’s the other way around,” she said in a throaty voice. “Give it to me. Now.”

Her lips were back with a tight suction and deep strokes guaranteed to blow his mind. AJ cupped the back of her head and thrust into her wet, willing mouth. She dug her short fingernails into his ass cheeks as she swallowed him up, her muffled sounds of pleasure vibrating through his cock.

The climax roared through him like a freight train, turning his knees to jelly. His seed shot out and she tightened her lips around him, sucking so hard he was surprised his brains didn’t leak out. His entire world dissolved in a rush of bliss that flowed through his veins and fogged up his mind, until all he could focus on was Brett. Her lips, her tongue, her soft breaths and tiny whimpers.

He stroked her hair, needing to touch her, using the tender caress to show her just how hard she’d rocked his world right now. God knew his vocal chords weren’t capable of expressing it.

When his heart rate steadied and his vision cleared, he pulled out gently and hauled her to her feet. He kissed her, tasted himself on her lips, and another shudder racked his body.

“I…” His voice was so hoarse he had to clear his throat. “I think we should keep doing this.”

“You mean, I should keep blowing you?” With a saucy smile, she brought her hand to his groin and circled his still-hard cock. “Sure, I’d love to. How many more times would you like me to do it tonight? Five? Ten?”

He wheezed out a laugh. “Fifteen. But that’s not what I meant.”

She glanced up at him, quizzical.

“I think we should keep seeing each other. Even after the three weeks are up.”

Brett let go of his erection, and he could see he’d caught her off guard. Hell, he’d caught himself off guard. The idea of amending their temporary status had been floating around in his head ever since he’d told her about Joey, but he hadn’t planned on acting on it.

“You want us to date?” she said slowly.

AJ nodded.

“Why?”

He was as bewildered as she was, and he struggled to vocalize his emotions. “I like spending time with you. I like more than just the sex part. We have fun together, don’t we?”

“Yeah, we do.” She paused. “But…I don’t know. I’m going to be super busy if my dad lets me run the new shop.”

“I know. And I’m not suggesting we make things any more serious. I just want to keep doing what we’re doing. If you’re too busy to see me, just say so and we’ll hang out on a night when you’re free. I won’t push you to give me more than you’re willing to give.”

Her forehead crinkled. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you want to keep seeing me? I thought I wasn’t your type.”

Her quiet remark nearly did him in. His chest clenched, aching as he realized he’d hurt her when he’d implied that she wasn’t someone he would consider dating. But he hadn’t known her back then, not the way he knew her now.

“I won’t lie. You’re not like the women I’ve dated in the past,” he admitted. “They didn’t dress like you, or challenge me like you”—he had to grin—“or fuck like you.”

She smirked. “I am phenomenal in bed, I know.”

“Damn right you are.” He paused. “I’m not thinking about the future. Let’s just take it slow and see where things go.”

Brett went quiet, doing what she always did whenever she was deep in thought. Bit her lip, wrinkled her forehead, fidgeted with her hands. It was so fucking adorable, and at that moment, he knew with certainty that he’d made the right decision by broaching the subject.

He wasn’t ready to say good-bye to Brett Conlon yet.

“Okay,” she said. “We’re dating.”

The evil smile she followed up with sparked his suspicion. He’d learned never to trust her when she got that look on her face.

“And as my new boyfriend, your first order of business is to give me an orgasm,” Brett announced. “A really good one, too.”

“An orgasm, huh? And a good one, to boot? That’s asking a lot.” He slipped his hand beneath her dress and stroked one firm thigh.

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