Page 66 of Felix

I blanch.

“And we’re porn stars,” Alex says, returning his attention to Dixon. “Like any of the intimate details of our assets are secret. Must I remind you where your tongue has been?”

“Jesus Christ,” Dixon grumbles. “Why did I engage?”

I grab my bag, slipping from my seat while my coworkers are distracted.

“Grumpy Bear,” Alex says, “just because you’re allergic to sharing your own feelings doesn’t mean everyone in class is.”

“How in the hell did we get from DP to feelings?” Dixon asks in concern.

Nearly there…

“Because,” Alex says proudly, “when my boyfriends share their dicks with me, I feel—”

The door to the break room closes behind me, thankfully blocking whatever that was. Dixon’s responding groan comes through loud and clear.

“Don’t even wanna know,” I mutter, heading toward the locker room.

The space is empty when I arrive, and I stash my bag inside my locker before grabbing my shower supplies. Having come from a meeting with Nicole and Lucy about this week’s allocation of research-related duties, I haven’t yet cleaned up for my scheduled scene. I do that now, my mind, unsurprisingly, flashing to Christian.

As if my thoughts conjured the man himself, his voice rings out. “Specs?”

“Yeah,” I call back. “It’s me.”

I’m nearly finished rinsing off when the shower curtain shifts to the side and a somewhat blurry Christian appears in my vision.

“What are you—”

Christian’s lips fitting to mine bring my words to an abrupt halt. He backs me into the tile wall, his naked body pressing against me as he flings the shower curtain shut. A moan spills from my lips as his leg slots between my own.

I break our lip-lock to suck in a breath and finish my question. “What are you doing?”

“Kissing you,” he says, his hand roaming around to my ass, lips at my neck. “Was that not obvious?”

“Oh my God,” I mutter, shifting my cock against his hip as he sucks tiny kisses up to my ear.

“Mm. My horny exhibitionist,” he murmurs, as if he wasn’t the one to barge in here and all but tackle me. His fingers slide between my ass cheeks.

“Christian,” I groan, my brain doing its best to rally. “We…we have a scene. We should save…” I lose my words to a moan as his fingers find their target, the tip of one digit pressing in.

“I won’t make you come,” he says before his mouth is back on mine.

I let Christian sweep me away, his finger teasing as his tongue destroys. Why this gorgeous man wants me, of all people, as his very first boyfriend, I can’t figure out. But I trust him. And I want him, too. So I grab his hand, giving it a push, and Christian slips his finger in deeper.

I ride the digit as our tongues duel, his hand cupping my ass, his leg beneath my balls. It feels as if he’s cradling me from all sides, and I realize I feel that often with Christian—surrounded, protected. Secure.

When I know I can’t last much longer, I give Christian’s hair a tug. “Stop.”

He does immediately, his finger stilling and his head dropping to my shoulder. For a moment, we both simply…breathe.

I curse when his finger slips out of me. “What, uh…what was that for?”

Christian leans back, catching my eye. At least, it seems that way. With my farsightedness and astigmatism, it’s impossible to see him clearly without my glasses.

His thumb travels along my lower lip. “I just wanted you all to myself for a minute. Is that okay?”

Fucking hell.

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