Page 95 of Some Like It Hot

“I think I’ve figured out how our relationship dynamic can work,” he says, as he runs his palms over my shoulders, lightly squeezing my biceps.

Hearing him say “relationship” sends a jolt through me. “How so?”

“You let me buy whatever I want for you and I let you boss me around in bed.”

Oh, hell yeah.

Now I’m really turned on.

“It’s the perfect power balance, don’t you think?” He gives me a smile that rises slowly, confidently, deliciously.

“I can work with that,” I say gruffly. “Now take your shirt off before I rip it off.”

He obeys, but he’s unbuttoning so slowly it’s pure fucking torture.

“Not fast enough.” I reach out and tear it apart, sending buttons flying.

Simon gives a low moan. “That’s it. Take control, Aidan.”

Then it dawns on me he was moving at a snail’s pace on purpose. I tug his undershirt from his pants and slip my hand down inside them to give a hard squeeze on his dick. I begin to pump my hand up and down. “You are way more devious than I gave you credit for.”

“I prefer clever.” He is gritting his teeth now, grinding himself into my touch.

I stop stroking him.

“Fuck, why did you stop?”

“Now are you going to do what I say or not?”

“I’ll do anything and everything you say,” he pants. “God save the king.”

I almost laugh, but I’m too turned on to do much more than give a strangled gasp as I slide my hand up and down his hard length one more time.

Then stepping back, I shove him onto the bed. “Everything off. Now.”

I’ve seen Simon naked before, but I’ve never watched him strip for me.

He undoes his belt as he locks eyes with me and then shoves his pants and boxers down to his ankles.

Bending over, I yank them off his feet and toss them to the side. It gives me a perfect angle to brush my hand across his balls and stroke lightly up his dick.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Yes.”

Just to torture him—and myself—I step back again, unbuttoning the top button of my shirt. When he reaches out to help me, I stop him.

“Nope. I’m in charge, remember?”

His eyes darken, but he nods.

Then I unbutton the rest of my shirt and yank it and my undershirt off in one fell swoop.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he says.

I’ll take the ego stroke any day of the week. “It gets better,” I say with a smirk.

“Oh, I know.”

My pants hit the floor, along with my boxer briefs. I step between his legs. “Come here.”

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