“What do you mean?”

“I wanted to make sure it didn’t feel like a handout to you. And I didn’t want to simply pay off his bill. So I set it up in a way you can’t refuse.”

I stare at him, waiting for him to say more.

“I set up a scholarship fund for . . .” he pauses, looks at the ceiling, pretends to count, then turns to me, “for all the current students at his divinity school. Everything is covered for all of them from now until graduation, including your brother.”

My jaw comes unhinged. “Are you serious?”

“Completely.” He dots a kiss onto my nose. “Let me ease your burdens, Sabrina. Including the ones here”—he stops to tap my breastbone—“where you think you can’t accept this. This is for everyone, including your brother.”

“You’re too much.”

“You’re talking about my dick again now, right?” He winks.

I laugh and run my hands through his hair. “All of you. You’re too much, too wonderful, too sexy, and too good in bed. And that means I’m not letting you go.”

“Excellent. How about letting me go down on you?”

I shake my head. “It’s my turn.”

I get on my knees for him. He spreads his arms across the back of the couch, all of Gramercy Park and Manhattan and the world unfurled before him, all at his fingertips. He has so much, he gives so freely, and right now, he gets to take his reward.

Like a dirty Prince Charming. Like a man who deserves everything good his woman gives him.

Flynn

This is better than pineapple math. Better than free pizza. This is . . . my brain short-circuits as she draws me in deep.

I groan and curl my hands around her head, threading my fingers through her hair. I want to close my eyes, let my head fall back, and just revel in the feeling.

But I want to watch her more.

Sabrina’s lush lips are wrapped around me, her hands moving over my length, along my thighs, her hair spilling on my skin.

This is . . .

Everything.

Blowjobs are as close to perfection as math and nature have given us. They are pure pleasure for a man and no work whatsoever. Honestly, there’s never anything to complain about when it comes to oral sex.

But this is more.

Even though my brain is in a haze and my thoughts are all static and fuzz as she sucks me hard, her tongue flicking along me, this is an entirely new experience.

In some ways, it feels like the first time ever.

Like that brain-sizzling moment when a woman puts her mouth on you and awareness and utter bliss collide into you simultaneously, and you think yes, fucking yes, blowjobs do reveal the secrets of the universe.

But maybe this is the secret to the universe.

It’s pleasure and lust, but it’s also sex and love, and it’s Sabrina treating me like I’m candy, like I’m hers, and like she wants me to feel so fucking good.