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I shut up and let her lead.
Tess took my hand and walked me into my own bedroom like she’d been there before. She sat me on the end of the bed. Then she stood between my knees and unbuttoned my shirt very slowly, one button at a time, kissing each inch of skin she uncovered.
“You’re shaking,” she said.
“It’s cold.”
“It’s twenty-two degrees, Ben.” She laughed and pushed the shirt off my shoulders. “It’s all right. I’m nervous too. Isn’t that funny? I’m never nervous.”
She turned around and I unzipped her dress with fumbling fingers. It slid to the floor. She stepped out of it in black lace and heels and turned back to face me, and I genuinely forgot how to breathe.
She knelt and unbuckled my belt. She looked up at me through her lashes, then took my cock into her warm mouth, slow and deep, until I groaned and gripped the duvet. Then she climbed onto the bed, rolled a condom on me with expert fingers, and straddled my hips.
“Ready?” she whispered.
She sank down onto me. We both gasped. She started to move, slow and deep, her hands on my chest, and I held her hips and thought, this is the best night of my life.
Then my phone started ringing on the bedside table. Loud. My ringtone. The screen lit up.
GEMMA CALLING.