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Why do you have to be in my space, my work, my life?

All of those were things I should have said to Storm. Should have shouted at him, in between throwing him out onto the front doorstep and slamming the door in his perfect face.

Instead my cock throbbed, and I felt the familiar molten pull deep down in my chest.Desire. Stupid, foolhardy desire, leading me down the only path I knew damn well I shouldn’t go down.

I tried to hide my surprise when he told me to strip naked. Even now, I couldn’t quite believe those words coming out of Storm’s mouth.

I didn’t really believe anything tonight was real, but if Storm really was just having some sort of crazed, one-time craving for another man, I wasn’t going to say no when his touch was the best thing I’d felt in years.

Could that really be true? That it had beenyearssince anyone had made me feel this good, and it had to be Storm Rosling making me feel it now?

“Is that your thing?” I asked. “Make fun of people’s cologne choices, then tell them to strip naked for you?”

He looked at me like he knew he had me in his trance right now. I hated that look, and I hated how accurate it was.

He had me right where he wanted me, and I wanted it so badly right now, too.

“I wasn’t making fun of your delicious…vanille…whatever you called it,” he said. “I love the way you smell. And I also want to see you naked.”

I was already reaching for the button on my pants before he’d finished asking, my fingers trembling just slightly in a way I hoped to hell wasn’t visible. Fuck it. The worst thing that could happen—and the most likely thing to happen—was that it would be one night, I’d finally feel the touch of another man again, and then it would fizzle out like most things did.

Or you’re not thinking correctly, because you’re turned on, and this will blow up in your face spectacularly.

Sure. That was another likely option.

But I was already tugging down my pants, and I was enjoying it so much that it was truly embarrassing how hard I was. When I dropped my pants to the floor, the outline of my hard-on was pressing through my light grey boxer briefs in a spectacularly visible way, along with a wet spot at the tip of my cock that had apparently been soaking through.

“Wow,” Storm said softly, his eyes so focused on me. In the light from the fire, he looked more relaxed than I’d ever seen.

“Ready to run away yet?” I asked.

Hoping he’d say yes.

Hoping he’d say no.

Or maybe that the world could just explode, right about now, and save me from the agony of how desperate I felt for Storm’s approval in this moment.

But his eyes landed on the outline of my cock, his hand coming out to gently stroke the shape of it.

I got goosebumps all over.

“Not even close to running away,” he said, his voice heavy with desire. “I’m thinking that I can already tell you have a very nice cock, and you’re not even naked yet.”

“Since when do you care about how other guys’ cocks look?” I asked.

He gave me a doubtful look. “I always thought I was straight, Emmett, but I was never a prude. I’ve seen plenty of cocks. I’ve even looked closely at plenty, in videos. Even gay ones.”

“You’ve watched gay stuff online?”

He shrugged. “Why is that such a big deal? It wasn’t as if I wanted their cocks so badly, or anything, but I at least wanted to… compare and contrast.”

“You’re an interesting person, Storm.”

He pulled his lower lip into his mouth. “You don’t have to take those off if you really don’t want to.”

“I’m not modest, either,” I said. “I want to. Just still not convinced you’re not going to change your mind—”

He moved forward from his place on the couch and scooted over toward me. He leaned forward, latching his teeth around the waistband of my boxer briefs and tugging them down with his mouth, letting them drop down to my ankles.

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