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“Sneaky as fuck. I’d be tip-toeing around the entire mansion like I was some kind of spy, gathering intel. Then”—I clap my hands—“I come out and snatch the wig right off the real liar.”

“I think it’d be fun playing it with you.”

He chuckled. “It would be. We have to become reality TV stars first.”

“Well, we have something to work toward now.”

Jay’s hazel gaze shimmered. He stayed silent for a bit before he spoke. “You know… I keep thinking about the other night in the stall at Shenanigans.”

“I do too.” Damn, even bringing it up was getting me hard. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, so the fabric of my gray shorts was already beginning to shift. I put my hand on his, which allowed me to use my forearm to press down on my growing dick.

“Do you regret it?” I had to ask. I half expected him to say yes, knowing how he felt about my family’s business. It would hurt like a motherfucker, but I think I would have understood. Or at least I liked to believe that I would have.

Thankfully, I didn’t need to find out. “No,” he answered almost instantly. “Not in the slightest.”

And before I could even blink, we were kissing, my hands cupping his face. I gently guided him back so that he could lie on the bed, our tongues still probing and swirling. I got on top of him, rutting myself against him, the passion between us roaring like an out-of-control wildfire.

I pulled his shirt off, he took mine off. I sat on his lap. Admired his body. My fingers traced over the dip in his chest, the nipples that were hard to the touch.

“You’re so hot.”

He smiled up at me. There was a growing blaze in those green eyes.

I leaned down. Pressed my lips against the subtle rise of his clavicle. He sucked in a breath. I moved down to his chest. My targets became the dark beauty marks that dotted the landscape of his soft, tan skin.

“This okay for being ‘just roommates’?” I teased.

“Shut the fuck up and take off the rest of your clothes,” Jay said as he pulled his shorts off, revealing that he’d been commando this entire time.

“Oooh, am I starting a trend?”

“Off. Now.”

Chapter Eleven

Jay

Ryan had the audacity to be naked and that fucking hot.

He stood in front of me like a nude model about to be painted on a fresh canvas. His body sculpted from valleys for his abs, boulders for his biceps and chest, mountains for his shoulders and traps, and flawless marble for that handsome face and thick cock.

I reached for him. I traced the lines of his muscles, felt them shift and ripple under my touch. Our lips met in a kiss that was both nervous and electric.

Our dicks touched, and the world collapsed in on itself.

My eyes rolled back, pleasure rocking through me like a category ten earthquake. And there wasn’t even such a thing. A category ten would leave a continent in rubble.

My brain turned to mush.

I reached between us and grabbed us both in one hand, stroking as we thrust together.

“That’s so fucking hot, Jay. Keep jerking us both off.” He leaned back so he could watch me stroke our dicks together. Something about it was almost like a mind trick. Half my hand was on my dick; the other was on Ry’s. Sensations were off. Bliss bloomed in my chest.

We dripped precum. I used my thumb to take some from my tip and then some from Ryan’s before I brought my finger up to my mouth and sucked.

Ryan’s face lit up, his cock throbbing against mine. “How’d we taste together, baby?”

“Like heaven.”

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