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Chapter Sixteen


Melia’s POV.

Before I can chicken out, I lean forwards and suck gently on the head of his cock. He breathes in sharply, the air hissing between his teeth. “Fuck,” he murmurs.

His hand goes to my hair, tangling his fingers in the strands. I lovingly lick the head and then my lips, getting them slick. Then, I take him to the back of my throat. He groans and thrusts his hips upwards.

“Fuck, Melia,” he grunts. “You don’t have to take it all. Don’t hurt yourself.”

I smile around his cock and take him deeper.

Don’t hurt yourself on my giant cock.

I force myself to relax and I ignore my gag reflex. He goes further down my throat. I breathe through my nose and concentrate. I retreat back, giving myself a few seconds to recover, and then I take him again. He slides easily into my mouth and before I know it, my lips hit the skin above his crotch.

I did it!I’ve taken him completely!

I do a mental happy dance and then switch my focus back to the ginormous cock in my mouth. I wrap my hand around the base of his dick and start really giving him head. Braxton’s head drops back against the sofa, and he watches me with hooded eyes. I look up at him for a bit, cause I know guys like that. Then, I close my eyes, getting into it.

I move my hand and mouth in unison, stroking and sucking him until he’s breathing raggedly and making small grunts. I swirl my tongue around the head and then suck on it. I squeeze my hand tighter and pick up my pace slightly. I listen to his breathing and feel his thigh tense beneath my other hand. I look for the tell-tale signs that he’s nearing his climax.

When I start to feel them, I work harder. I suck him harder and move my hand faster, bobbing my head up and down. Saliva coats my mouth, chin, and fingers, but I don’t care.

“Fuck! Melia, stop soon or I will cum in your mouth,” Braxton warns.

I like that he’s respectful enough to warn me, but there’s not a chance in hell that I’m stopping now. I go for the final trick. I move my free hand to his balls, and I roll them between my fingers. I stroke them tenderly and tug gently. He groans and his fingers dig into my scalp.

“Holy shit, baby, I’m going to-” He gasps, and his hips start jerking back and forth, making him fuck my mouth.

I take it all, even though my eyes are watering down my face. He lets out a final moan and releases in my mouth. I feel jets of his semen hit the back of my throat, his cock pulsing between my lips. His grip on my hair remains, even as his cock stills in my mouth. Opening my eyes, I look up at him with a full mouth. He looks down at me with awe and adoration.

“Jesus fucking Christ, baby. That was insane.”

I swallow everything and lick my lips. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and rub the tears from my face. Braxton hurriedly sorts himself out and gets dressed. He reaches for my shoulders and brings me back up, onto the sofa. The moment I’m off the floor, he pulls me into his lap and wraps his arms around me.

“You’re incredible, thank you,” he exclaims and kisses my neck.

I nuzzle into his touch. “I was only returning the favour, so to speak,” I reply quietly.

He chuckles and holds me tighter. “I think we need to do favours for each other more often.”

I roll my eyes but honestly, I’m not disagreeing. “I’m sure we can work something out,” I respond. I look over at the clock on the wall. “What time do you want me to go?”

Braxton pulls back to look at me, a frown on his face. “Go? Do you want to leave?” He sounds hurt and I feel bad.

“No, I just don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

He shakes his head in disbelief. “You could never do that, baby. You’re always welcome here. And you’re not going anywhere now that you’ve done that. We’re cuddling, no arguments.”

He leans back on the sofa and takes me with him. I rest my head on his chest and savour his touch.

“I’m not going to kick you out after...being intimate. I’m going to cuddle you and let you know how much you mean to me.”

I look up at him and raise an eyebrow in question. “Okay, where the hell did you learn to be this perfect? Did you go to some boyfriend-school that I don’t know about?”

He grins down at me. “Nope, no school. I just know how a woman should be treated and I’d never met the right one, until now.”

“Seriously, stop with these lines or you’ll be stuck with me forever,” I warn him, but he doesn’t seem the least bit deterred.

“That’s the plan, Wynter.”


The rest of the evening is...cute. We cuddle and kiss and flirt and talk and oh, my God, how is he so wonderful?

Sunday, we train at the gym together and go for brunch. On Monday, I find myself stood in Brad’s office, nervously twisting my hands behind my back. Braxton is stood next to me, composed and confident.

Brad is on the phone in front of us, we’re waiting for him to finish his call. When he’s done, he puts the phone down and eyes the both of us warily.

“You better be in here to tell me what I think you’re going to tell me,” he warns. “If it’s to quit, I will actually lose my shit.”

Braxton chuckles. “No, we’re not here to quit.”

Brad sighs with relief and nods. “Good.”

He leans forwards and steeples his fingers. He rests his chin on his index fingers and narrows his eyes at us. “Then, that means you’re in here to tell me that you two are in a relationship.”

My mouth parts in shock.

“Yes, we are,” Braxton confirms for us because I’m stunned into silence.

Brad nods. “Good. I thought this would happen.”

“You did?” I squeak.

“Yes. When I first paired you together and I got to witness the chemistry between the two of you, I knew it was only a matter of time.” He shrugs. “As long as it doesn’t affect your working relationship, I think this can only boost our sales. You have my blessing.”

Braxton recovers first. “Thank you, Brad,” he responds and shakes our boss’ hand.

“No problem, now get back to work.”

I’m still shocked, even when Braxton and I return to our desks. “That was crazy! I thought we’d have to convince him,” I tell Braxton.

He smiles. “He’s cool with it. One less thing to worry about. Now, should we go over the Townsend order?”


Braxton and I take a break from going out on dates. As much as we’re paid well, we’ve spent a lot of money the last few times. Instead, we choose to stay and cook for ourselves.

Since leaving university, I’ve always lived alone. I’m used to my own company, and I like the quiet. But I’ll admit, having Braxton round and going to his regularly, has cured a loneliness I didn’t realise I was feeling. I love our evenings together.

After work, we get changed and meet at the gym to work out. We prepare and cook our meals together, sharing cooking tips and joking around. We eat together and talk about anything and everything. There’s usually a mix between work and stuff that’s happened in the day, and then finding out more about each other.

In the evenings, we watch movies or a series, talk some more. We return to our own apartments at around nine o’clock and then meet in the foyer at eight o’clock the next morning for work. We don’t do this every night. Our relationship is still very new and, although I want to spend every moment of my time with him, I know a little space is healthy. Plus, it gives me time to do boring things like cleaning and laundry.

Braxton invites me over to his flat Saturday night. With absolutely no pressure, he makes it clear that the option is there for me to stay over, if I want to. He has made up the guest bedroom, so I feel under no obligations to share his bed.

I talk with Marta about it on Friday. The only thing making me hesitant is that I know if I stay over, it won’t be in the guest bedroom. The second I agree to this, I agree to something more. There is no way my horny ass can pass up sharing a bed with Braxton King. And there’s no way that we’ll just be sleeping because, let’s be honest, the man is irresistible.

Marta is all for it, of course. She tells me that it’s been long enough and it’s time for me to get back on the saddle again, so to speak.

She reminds me that Braxton has been nothing but respectful and patient and if I’m ready, I should go for it, without worrying what other people think. Do what makes you happy.

That’s why, on Saturday afternoon, I take a shower and shave everything. I pack an overnight bag and tell Braxton that I’ll do it, I’m staying at his. I spend ages in front of my wardrobe, trying to find the right outfit. Fortunately, it was much easier to find the right underwear.

I bought the red lace set a few months ago and still hadn’t got round to wearing it for my ex. He probably wouldn’t have even realised it’s new, especially as he liked to have sex with the lights out. The tags were still on it. I removed them and slid the soft material over my body. It’s a push up bra, lace g-string and garter belt. I’ll admit, it’s a sexy piece and I’m actually really excited for Braxton to see it.

I hope he likes it.

I finally choose a light dress. It makes it look like I’ve made an effort, but I’m not too dressy. I pair it with ballet pumps and check my reflection one last time.

Right, girl. Let’s go get that D.

I hook my overnight bag in the crook of my arm and lock up my apartment. A couple of minutes later, and I’m outside Braxton’s. He opens the door and still, after all this time, I am not used to how gorgeous he is.

He’s wearing a navy polo t-shirt and jeans. The shirt hugs every single muscular groove and ridge in his athletic body. The sleeves are tight around his arms. Sweet lord above, he’s like a present waiting to be unwrapped.

“Whoa, you look stunning,” he compliments me instantly.

“Thank you. You look really hot if I’m being honest,” I reply with less confidence.

Braxton chuckles and grabs my wrist. He pulls sharply, making me stumble into his apartment and into his chest. He leans down and teasingly grazes his lips over mine.

“Always be honest with me, Melia,” he says quietly.


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