Page 9 of Bodyman

They were on me.

His head tilted as he studied me. I was fully dressed but felt completely bared to him.

I leaned forward and pressed my face into the front of his pants, feeling the smooth metal of the buckle against my forehead as I inhaled.

Kenan made a surprised sound deep in his throat, then palmed the back of my head to hold me in place.

“That’s it. Take all you need,” he murmured as I simply drank in the moment, the heat of his body, the scent of his groin, the feel of his thick thigh muscles under my palms.

I pulled back and opened his pants. It had been so long since I’d done this, but it felt natural.

Normal.

Except for the fact it was Kenan Harper I was doing it to. There was nothing normal about that.

The first thing I noticed when his pants opened, revealing the light-gray cotton of his boxer briefs, was a dark, wet spot over the bulge of his erection.

Commander Kenan Harper was leaking for me.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

KENAN

I was known for my rock-steady control. In the Navy, I was unrufflable. As the president’s bodyman, I was incapable of being taken by surprise.

But right now? With Garner on his knees for me? I was struggling to keep from popping off in his face.

His hair was thick between my fingers, the blond waves as luxurious to touch as I’d imagined. When he looked back up at me before sliding my pants and underwear down, I could see the silent plea for permission.

I tilted my chin down.

The elastic band caught my erection and pulled it down before my cock sprang back up, brushing against his cheek. He made a gasping noise before leaning in to rub his face against it again.

The man was touch starved. Sex starved. Man starved. And I wanted to make sure he never went hungry again.

Tonight wasn’t just about a one-off pressure release. Not if I had anything to say about it.

“Mmhm,” I murmured. “That feel good?”

He tilted his face up, deliberately running the hard press of his chin up my shaft. “Tell me to stop.”

I couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Not happening. Never in a million years. Not for all the money in the world.”

Garner’s grin shot firecrackers straight up through my chest until my face burned with the heat. I was relieved to see him begin to relax and allow himself pleasure.

He turned back to my cock, nosing it lightly before reaching up to grasp around the root. “It’s been so long, I’ve forgotten… teeth or no teeth?”

I grabbed the front of his button-down shirt and yanked him up suddenly, crashing my mouth on his to taste his teasing lips. He jumped and gasped in surprise before relaxing into my assault. I kissed him desperately, silently chastising myself for no longer taking it slow. My intention had been to ease him into it with a quick exchange of orgasms before working on him longer for more.

I wanted everything with Garner Ashley. I’d spent four long years imagining it, daydreaming about it, and trying to figure out how to make it happen.

The key, I’d realized, had been to take it slowly. The man was scared and self-isolating. It would take a while to sneak past his defenses.

But having him here, this close to me, was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

And the whimpering noise of surrender coming from his throat while I kissed the hell out of him was making it impossible for me to slow down.

He tasted like the sweet, creamy coffee I’d been serving him all evening. I couldn’t get enough of it.

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