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Eventually, his breathing slowed down.
Gently, I hefted his balls and fondled them between my fingers and thumb. That made him groan.
I spent the weekend sulking and the first part of the week trying not to spend too much time texting him when I was supposed to be manning the front desk at the gym. It amazed me how often people came to work out leading up to the day synonymous with overeating.
The gym had been where I'd landed three years ago, giving me the opportunity to find my own place. I'd been hired to answer phones, check in members, and be the physical Google when people had questions.
I did what I'd been raised to do by my parents and the Bradleys.
That made him groan. I closed my own eyes and teased his slit with the tip of my tongue.