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There was a part of me that wanted him to say it, but he was right. I wasn’t ready to hear it. But I saw it. In the way he touched me. In the way he supported me. In the way he did everything for me.
Oh, God. I was about to come just thinking about it. Just thinking about Patrick caring so much about me was a huge turn on. One I wasn’t sure I could stop myself from acting on.
I slid my hand between my legs. My cheeks heated when Patrick’s gaze followed my hand. His eyes widened and dilated more, the blue almost completely overtaken by black.
His c**k swelled in my mouth, and he pulled back. “You need to stop. f**k, Goldie, I need to be inside you. Watching you is…”
“I shouldn’t have—”
“No. f**k, no. Don’t say that. You never have to stop with me. I want you to do what feels good.”
