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Contents ( 46)
  1. Southern Gentleman
  2. A Charleston Heat Novel
  3. Jessica Peterson
  4. Contents
  5. Also by Jessica Peterson
  6. Where to Find Jessica
  7. Julia
  8. Greyson
  9. Greyson
  10. Julia
  11. Julia
  12. Greyson
  13. Greyson
  14. Julia
  15. Greyson
  16. Greyson
  17. Julia
  18. Greyson
  19. Julia
  20. Julia
  21. Greyson
  22. Greyson
  23. Julia
  24. Greyson
  25. Julia
  26. Julia
  27. Julia
  28. Greyson
  29. Greyson
  30. Julia
  31. Greyson
  32. Greyson
  33. Julia
  34. Greyson
  35. Julia
  36. Greyson
  37. Julia
  38. Greyson
  39. Julia
  40. Epilogue
  41. Julia
  42. Southern Heartbreaker Excerpt
  43. Ford
  44. Also by Jessica Peterson
  45. Acknowledgments
  46. About the Author

I’m going to come in three seconds if I’m not careful.

Julia twists her wrist as she tugs, curling her palm over my head before moving back down.

Just how I like it.

Closing my eyes, I draw a sharp breath through my nose. My arms shake a little.

“Grey, baby, lay down,” she says, her accent thickening. She gives my cock a squeeze. “Let me take care of this.”

I love it when she calls me these things. Grey. Baby.

Shiiiiiit this is happening fast.

Who am I kidding? It’s been happening all along.

And I’m too far gone to stop now.

Ducking my head to kiss Julia one last time, I roll over onto my back, the mattress dipping beneath my weight.

She props herself up on her elbow beside me. Then it’s her turn to climb over me. Her mouth is on my chest, lingering on my nipple before heading south. Her hair, a wild blond halo, is everywhere, tickling my skin as she moves.

My cock throbs as she gets closer. And closer.

Tucking an arm behind my head, I prop myself up so I can watch.

Julia giving head is a sight to behold. I’m not gonna last long, so I want to make the most of every moment.

Straddling my thighs, she shoots me a look.

Leans down, the hardened points of her tits brushing my thighs.

Kisses me, running her tongue along the crown of my dick.

Too. Much. My. God—

Parting her lips—parting her knees, sinking lower—she swallows my head into the soft heat of her mouth. Careful not to get me with her teeth.

My balls tighten. I bite down on the inside of my cheek. Reach for her, holding back her hair so it’s out of her face and I can get a better look.

“Julia.” It comes out as a moan. A plea.

I am at her mercy. Vulnerable and open and needy.

She’s wrecked me.

I’m fucking wrecked.

She takes me all the way to the back of her throat in reply. One smooth, steady motion.

Can’t help it. I jack my hips. She pulls back.

Immediately I sit up, terrified I’ve, like, suffocated her or something.

“Julia. Baby. You don’t—”

She puts the flat of her palm to my chest and pushes me back. Hard. My blood spikes. Cock throbs inside the warmth of her mouth.

I bite back a smile.

This is a game I like.

This is a question I know the answer to.

“See?” I say, gently pushing her hair out of the way. “See who has the power here?”

My cock in her mouth, she looks up. A wicked gleam in her eye.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, she gets it.

She bobs down. At the same moment I lift my hips and thrust up.

Julia gags. I feel her soft palate contracting around my head. I go still.

But then she burrows down again. More.

She wants more.

I don’t know up from down.