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This is it.

This is where I fall for the man I’ll never have.

CHAPTER 6

Weston

We barely made it up the steps, and not because of the alcohol.

Somewhere between the bar and the car ride back to the hotel, Cade flipped a switch. Though I was not complaining one bit, because quite frankly, no one had accosted me like that in ages. Usually I’m the one in charge, but I have to say it was kind of nice to be in the spotlight for once.

Cade’s mouth worked hungrily on my neck, his tongue sliding against my flesh as he sucked at the tender, taut skin there and I knew he was going to leave a mark, but for the moment, I didn’t give a shit. It felt too good, and if Cade’s lips on my neck were any indication at how he could work that pretty little mouth, I would have been more than happy to let him suck me like a damn vampire.

I swiped my watch over the hotel lock and it beeped, the mechanism clicking to let us in. I managed to open the door as Cade’s lips found their way back to mine, and we barely got two feet in the door before I let my walls down, and finally let myself have a piece of this man.

I slammed Cade’s back up against the back of the door with a thud. His eyes were hazy and full of fire and he stared back at me, his golden hair all disheveled, lips all swollen from kissing me, and I took two, slow steps toward him, boxing him against the door with my arms.

“On your knees,” I said, my voice thick, and full of lustful command.

Cade stared back at me, pausing for a moment, and a deep growl escaped my throat. I was never a patient man, and the sight of a sweaty, messy Cade only stirred an equal hunger in me.

I slid my right hand up Cade’s neck, feeling his pulse, his heated skin, until the edges of my fingers slid into his silky hair. I gripped the locks tightly, showing just a hint of force, a feat that was rather difficult. But I wasn’t sure how Cade would respond to such things, and the last thing I wanted to do was scare this perfect man away and go to bed alone.

In my experience, most of the men I’d been with liked the idea of power exchange, getting dicked down by the big boss man in charge, but when push came to shove—or more accurately, when I shoved them to the ground and told them who was boss—they usually went soft on me.

This is it. He’s either going to hightail his ass out of here or he’s going to double down on this cock until I really do make a mess of him.

I dared to hope that he would stay and keep stoking my fire. That he’d be willing to play.

Cade’s back arched off the door, leaning into my touch as he brought his body against mine, the feel of his rigid hardness against my own was a most welcome answer.

To my surprise, Cade only licked his pouty lips, breathing his words like a prayer.

“Yes, sir.” he said haughtily as he took his time sliding down the floor, his glassy eyes never leaving mine as he did so.

I braced myself as Cade reached for my slacks, wasting no time as he quickly unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, shoving them and my briefs down to my ankles in one desperate motion.

“Take off your shirt,” I ordered.

Cade looked up at me in question, but did as I asked without hesitation. The hotel light shone down on his fair skin, casting shadows over his defined chest and delicious hipbones. He gazed up at me with glassy, needy eyes, swollen lips begging to be filled with my cock.

I like how he listens to me.

I brought one hand to my freed cock, squeezing and stroking myself slowly, making a show of the motions as I held Cade in place with my gaze. He sat there, perched back on his heels, his knees a fist length apart, frozen to his spot.

Waiting.

Wanting.

This man’s a natural sub if I ever saw one.

“Is this what you want, Cade, hmm? Want me to wreck that pretty little mouth of yours until you’re singing my name?” I taunted him, watching the heat come alive in his eyes, not missing the way he licked his lips as his gaze settled on my cock.

Cade didn’t miss a beat, and I watched as he palmed his own cock through his jeans. The sight flared desire in my blood as his words echoed in the heated silence.

“Yes,” he panted. ‘”God, yes.”

The desperation in his voice sang to my own hunger, and I groaned in response, a dark chuckle escaping my mouth as I stepped forward, brushing the head of my cock against his swollen, plush lips. Naturally, Cade parted them for me like the hungry man he was, his eyes closing in ecstasy as I teased him, dragging my head over his lips.

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