Page 155 of Goodbye Note

“Damn. I like what denial has done to you.” I smoothed my hands over his hips, finally getting a taste of him.

He opened for me, willing and wanton.

We swayed to the sound of the waves, slowly undressing each other. I touched every part of him, reacquainting myself with every inch. Our bodies met, chests heaving, but neither one of us would stop, no matter how out of breath.

Finally, Arik broke. “We need to go find a bed, or hell, even a flat surface, because I’m not getting splinters in my ass from this deck, and those loungers sound like a trip to the emergency room.”

“Which bedroom is your stuff in?” I turned off the lights once we were inside, out of an abundance of caution, knowing we were the guys who’d get photographed from somebody a mile offshore.

“The master is downstairs. In there. Is that okay? Or should we be upstairs?” He half turned on his way there, cock sticking out, glistening in the moonlight shining in the windows.

“Fuck, I want you in my mouth.”

He wrapped his fingers around himself, stroking slowly. “Come get me.”

I barely had the patience to grab my bag, but I needed the stuff in it. I found him in the middle of the king-sized bed when I walked in, elegant fingers coiled around his beautiful cock. With Arik laying like this, I had the perfect view of the vein around the underside of his cock.

“I am the luckiest man alive.”

“Why is that?” Amusement danced in his eyes while he stroked.

“Because I get this, and I’m never sharing.” I grabbed what I needed from my bag and put my knee on the edge of the bed.

“What do you get?”

“To love you.”

The amusement turned to endearment. “You always know what to say to make my heart feel full.”

Heat turned inside me. Love and lust and every feeling in between threatening to bust. “You bring it out.”

I crawled over him, loving the amount of space we had. No cramped bunk or sofa in the back lounge. We had a whole house to use, and I was already picturing all the places I wanted to fuck.

“I know we were both tested, but condoms or no?”

“No.”

I’d expected the answer. He’d told me days prior he didn’t want to use them. But I brought them anyway because the last thing we needed was to be trying to find some last minute.

I tossed them over my shoulder, earning a laugh. I tasted it, swallowing it down to hold on to forever. “How do you want to fuck me?”

He grabbed my ass, jerking his hips up to rub against mine. “Every fucking way.”

“We have plenty of time. Which first?” I barely managed words as he ground our cocks together. “If you don’t?—”

He broke us apart before I could get it out. “Face to face. Me sitting up, you on top, so I can kiss you.”

“You’ve thought about this a little.”

“Maybe just a little. But I got the idea last time we were on a video call, and you were up on your knees on the bed stroking yourself…”

Need sounded in the back of my throat. “Sit.”

He slid back in bed, leaning against the headboard, and held out his hand for the bottle I carried.

I gave it to him. “I don’t need much prep.”

His brows lifted as he poured some lubrication into his hand. “Impatient?”

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