Page 32 of Marrying Mr. Majestic

Way’s eyes stayed locked on mine. “You seem like the kind of guy who’s used to getting his way.”

I nodded slowly. “I am.”

He crossed his arms across his chest and leaned against the doorjamb. “I don’t take well to being bossed around.”

For some reason, I felt this to be true. But I also felt deep down to my bones he’d take well to being bossed around by me… at least when it came to this.

I reached down to stroke my cock as slowly as I could. “Take off your clothes, cowboy.”

Way’s eyes flicked down to my hand and back up. There was no mistaking the quicker rise and fall of his chest, but otherwise, he didn’t move. “And if I do what you say… what do I get?”

I barked out a laugh. “Happy?”

He couldn’t hold back a grin. “What else?”

I continued stroking. It felt good, but not nearly as good as rubbing off against Way’s wet body would. “What exactly are you fishing for here, Waylon?”

Whatever it was, I was probably turned on enough to do it.

Way swallowed again. “I want you to tell me about yourself.”

That wasn’t what I’d been expecting. “What do you mean?”

He unfolded his arms and shrugged. “We need to fool people into believing this is real. I want us to get to know each other so we don’t look like idiots the first time someone asks one of us something the other should know.”

I crooked my finger at him. “Great. Let’s start with the noises you make when you come.”

Way froze, making me wonder if I’d gone too far too soon. Then, his jaw firmed. “You’re awfully sure of yourself.”

“Are you suggesting I can’t make you come? Would you like to place a bet on it, sweetheart?”

His hands returned to the hem of his shirt, lifting up the sweaty, dirty tank like my very own Magic Mike exhibition. My concern quickly became more about stopping myself from coming too soon than my ability to make him come at all.

“You seem to like the show,” Way said, dropping the tank and leaning over to reach for his socks. His eyes landed on my cock.

I needed a distraction. Something nonsexual. “What made you think you had to bargain for that?”

He eyed me sideways. “You don’t seem like the kind of guy itching to share personal information, no offense.”

“None taken. And you’re right.”

The cut muscles of his chest and arms caught in the light. My eyes were riveted.

“Why is that?” Way asked.

The silver rectangular buckle fell heavily away as he reached for the button on his jeans. I had a hard time concentrating on his question.

“Uh… because I don’t trust easily?” I sucked in a breath. I hadn’t exactly meant to say that. “More like… people shouldn’t trust easily.”

Way’s abs popped as he leaned over to shuck down his jeans and boxer briefs all in one go. His dick was ruddy and full but flagging a bit. I assumed he was nervous. It seemed likely he’d never gotten naked like this with another man. I was grateful he wasn’t more hesitant.

“Your body is fucking incredible,” I said in a low voice. “Get in here. Please.”

He moved into the glass-enclosed shower but not into my personal space. The poor guy was definitely uneasy.

“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want, alright?” I said, moving forward carefully and holding out my hand to him. “Just get under the water to start.”

He gave me his hand so I could pull him under the spray. Multiple nozzles shot water from various directions, and it was thankfully just as hot as when I’d started.

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