Free Breathless Promises (Alluring Promises Series Book 3) by Josie Bordeaux

work in my favor.
    I grabbed her hand and kissed it tenderly, wincing for added effect. “I’ll be fine, baby. Just helping out someone who was in trouble.” I tried my best not to smile or smirk as I lied. I waited for the guys to start in, but usually they’re pretty good when I’m trying to pick up a chick.
    “Oh you’re so sweet.” She glanced over to Z. “Isn’t he just so sweet?” I waited, anxious to see if Z was going to blow my cover.
    “Yeah, he’s a genuine sweetheart.” Z’s sarcasm couldn’t be missed. Well, except by Felicia. I glanced at him and wiggled my brows with a smirk right before Felicia’s eyes fell back to mine.
    Vanessa walked back, catching Felicia’s attention for a moment. I took that opportunity to lean back to Matt and whispered, “Watch this. I can beat my own record. She’ll suck my cock within one minute of hitting the supply closet.” Matt shook his head laughing and then glanced down to his watch.
    “Time,” he whispered back with his signature half-smile, cocking his eyebrow with slight disbelief.
    I grabbed Felicia’s hand and led her with me toward the back room. “You know. I was wondering if you could take a look at it a little closer. I remember you told me you used to work at a doctor’s office. Right?” I turned to study her face to see what she would say. She was walking willingly. Shit. I might be able to pull this off.
    As we reached the supply closet, her face looked a bit troubled. “Well, I was a receptionist. I wouldn’t say I’m exactly qualified to help you.”
    I reached for the doorknob and looked back at her. “I’m sure you’ll be more than able to help me feel better.”
    She looked around, slightly worried, but the second her eyes met mine again, I could tell she wanted me. I pulled the door open and flicked the light on, tugging on her hand to bring her through the door. As I grabbed her waist and pulled her close to me, I could smell her sweet, cheap perfume. Our eyes met and I knew she was all in. Blow job or hard fuck. I couldn’t figure out which one I wanted more as my dick strained against my jeans.
    “What if someone walks in?” Her voice wavered ever so slightly. I pressed my lips to her silky ones. Fuck, she’s got a great mouth. Blow job. I definitely need these wrapped around my cock. I reached over and pressed the lock on the door. Hearing the click, Felicia let out a delicate sigh of relief. My hand slid down her shoulder and caressed the top of her breast. Huge rack. Fake, but huge. I prefer natural, easier to squeeze and to smack. I’m always scared with the fake ones that I’ll pop them or something weird.
    “Who’d you get into a fight with?” She asked as her hand slid inside the front of my jeans. The tips of her fingers caressed my balls, which made holding a thought pretty difficult.
    “Some jerk who was trying to steal a lady’s purse,” I lied as I threw my head back enjoying the pleasure she was giving me. She has really amazing hands.
    “Wow. You really are Superman. And Superman deserves to be rewarded.” Her baby voice was pretty annoying, but she continued to slide down and unbuckled my belt and jeans in record time. “Ohh and what a superman you are. You’re sooo big, Clark,” she cooed. I smiled.
    Hearing that never gets old.
     
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    Last night was exactly what I needed; drinks with friends, flirting with a shitload of chicks, and an awesome blowjob from Felicia. I even beat my old time of getting head by five seconds. Matt’s great at timing this shit. He used to be the best wingman until Vanessa took him off the market. She’s got him whipped now. Although, I’m happy for him since I know for a fact she gives it to him all the time.
    I woke up feeling refreshed too. I actually got a great night’s sleep for the first time in a long while. Benji told me it’s probably sexual frustration from having Aub so close. Maybe that’s true considering she’s not here and I finally