Page 25 of The Retreat

“I needed it to stay away from you.” Oliver loosens his tie. “How am I to fuck my husband under these conditions?”

“What conditions?”

“Privacy!” Oliver looks exasperated, and I muffle a laugh into my mug.

“Fucking liar. You love to fuck in public.”

“As much as that may be true, I’d still prefer not to have to deal with my entire family so soon after my own wedding.” Oliver storms out.

“I guess we are going to need to find our own place to live,” I say pragmatically.

Colin frowns. “Is that really what you want?”

“It’s time. I don’t want to be stepping on their toes, and you seem to vex my brother in a way no one else can.”

“It’s a special talent.” As if just remembering his coffee, Colin brings it to his lips. “This is really good.”

“Thank you. I think you earned it.”

“Like the kiss?” Colin asks coyly.

“I guess.” I’m not giving him more than an inch. I could already see he’d abuse it. But I don’t mind. The banter amuses me.

He steps closer. “How was it?”

I go over the interaction to fully process it. “It was fine.”

“Only fine?” he asks. “That doesn’t sound like sticky.”

“It wasn’t sticky.” I roll my eyes, knowing the information will continue his behavior.

“Can I have another?” There is a purr to his voice.

“Yes…if—” I draw it out, locking eyes with him.

“If?” he asks breathlessly.

I take a couple of steps back. “On your knees.”

Colin lifts a brow. “Is this pony play?”

“Hardly.” I take a few more steps.

“I won’t judge you if it is.”

“It’s not. I want you to crawl.” I don’t know where the idea came from, but the idea of Colin crawling to me stirs something inside me. I’m half hard thinking about it. Like I can create my own porn right in front of me.

Colin’s mouth drops open, but he quickly sets aside his drink and slowly lowers to his knees. His full lower lip sticks out and plants his hands on the floor. He arches his back, perfect round ass in the air, and I wish a little that I did this behind him so I could get the full view. Next time. He keeps his eyes locked to mine while he crawls to me.

A primal part of me clicks awake and thoughts of hundreds of ways I could play with Colin like this unlock. Suddenly I’m breathless.

“Up.”

Colin looks through his eyelashes, lifting a hand. I take it, and he uses it to get up, coming face-to-face with me, our chests almost touching. He puts his other hand on my chest. “How was that?”

“Full marks,” I tease softly. He beams, and I like it so much I go on. “Your ass—it makes me want to watch from behind next time.”

A question flickers over his features, but he smiles wider. “What do you like about it?”

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