Page 26 of The Retreat

“I told you I like porn. Straight porn has men in it. I can admire the human figure.”

Colin sucks his lower lip into his mouth. “So you’re admiring my figure?”

“It’s to be admired. You have a nicer ass than I’ve ever seen on any man—or woman, for that matter.”

Colin positively glows. “So you’re an ass man?”

“I guess you could say that.”

“Now that I know, I’m going to use it against you,” Colin says in barely a whisper.

“I’d expect no less.” I feel light with the laughter.

“Do I get my kiss now?”

“You just had one. So greedy.” I place a hand on the side of his neck, rubbing my thumb over his jugular because it feels right.

He purrs, eyes falling closed. “I’m a greedy whore.”

My hand tightens at the word. “Better only be my whore while you’re my husband.”

His eyes snap open, and a smirk captures his mouth. “I guess we’ll see how the benefits are.”

I growl but reward him with his kiss. This time it’s more than a brush of lips. His part, and I don’t stop him as his tongue dips between mine. He tastes like the coffee I made him, and his cherry ChapStick. It’s pleasant.

His body presses flush to mine, and I draw in a sharp breath from his mouth. He grins against my lips, sliding his hand around to my lower back to press us even tighter together.

All the blood in my body rushes toward my cock. Thoughts of his ass presented fill my mind. My hand tightens just a bit more, but I’m careful to only press my fingers into the side, while my thumb wraps around to grip under his jaw, keeping him at bay.

“If you keep holding me like that, I’m going to come,” he says into my mouth.

“I’m not even touching your cock.”

In response, he rocks it against me, the stimulation against mine, otherworldly.

“Fuck.”

“Bet I could make you come like this too—” He deepens the kiss, and I’m at a loss for words.

I massage my thumb over his artery, eliciting moans from Colin. He gets more aggressive with his hips, but I finally break us apart, knowing he’s encouraged by my hardness and not wanting to send the wrong message.

He grumbles, but our foreheads rest together, and I loosen my grip on his neck. He tries to kiss me again, but I stop him.

“We have to go.”

“Noooo. I forgot we have cake tasting,” Colin whines.

ELEVEN

Colin

“Where is your tie?”

The black-on-black custom suit Owen is wearing is what wet dreams are made of. I drag my eyes down his body in the mirror, distracted by all the ways I want to remove his clothes with my teeth.

Owen steps up behind me, grips the back of my hair in a fist, and pulls. A moan escapes my lips on instinct. The damn man is quickly learning how to play my body against me. Sometimes I’m not sure if he does it on purpose or if it just comes naturally to him. Either way, I have a serious love-hate relationship with it.

“Where is your tie?”he repeats.

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