Page 243 of Assassin

“Don’t pretend you don’t like this,” Gamble said, moving closer as he crawled across the bed toward him.

Poe’s dick was in the upright position, and there was no doubt he was enjoying it. He’d be crazy not to.

He was gay and the man in bed with him was sexy. In fact, he was the sexiest man he’d ever seen with his bi-colored eyes.

The panic commenced.

Immediately, he tried to do the right thing and wake up. Only, he wasn’t able to pull himself from sleep before Gamble was on him.

Oh, shit.

The man was ready to play.

“We can’t do this. I’m your therapist. I’m in charge of…”

Dream Gamble didn’t care.

He found his mouth, and the kiss was nuclear. The tangling of tongues was over the top, and Poe had to hold on for dear life. Gamble was kissing him, and he was breaking all of the rules.

Rules kept you safe.

They were definitely not safe now.

As he broke the kiss, Dream Gamble stared into his eyes.

“What we both need is a sweaty, healthy round of distracting sex. Are you interested?” Gamble asked, grinning wickedly.

He went to say no.

Only, when he opened his mouth, that wasn’t what came out.

“God, yes. Please.”

Oh, no!

No!

No!

That’s not what he wanted to say!

“Oh, well, that’s what I wanted to hear,” Gamble whispered, as his fingers wrapped around Poe’s dick, and he began stroking him.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, as his body was overwhelmed with pleasure.

“You fixed me, so now, you get to be with me,” Gamble said. “You’re the only one I trust with my heart.”

This was Poe’s nightmare. He felt like he was taking advantage of the man, even though he knew it was only a dream.

Poe tried fighting it.

Oh, and it wasn’t easy.

“Please,” he whispered. “We can’t do this. I’m your doctor.”

Dream Gamble ignored him, and instead, he began moving down Poe’s body, right for his rock-hard erection. In fact, he was weeping precum in his excitement.

His body shook as Gamble ran the tip of his tongue around the head of his dick, teasing and lapping up his cum.

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