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“Notbadlooking?” He huffed, reaching with a hand to tug onmyhair. “I’m going to get you to sing my praises, Antony, and when you do, I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

I had no doubt he would. Because, Jesus, apparently I had a thing forbegging, and when he called me darling? It made me weak in the knees, and all I wanted was for him to rail me into the mattress.

Which he technically still hadn’t done.

“I guessyourwiseass ways have also been sticking to me like goo,” he said suddenly.

“Have they?”

“I’ve been…considering different options when it comes to my own internships. To my future.”

My heart raced like a rabbit’s inside my chest. “Did it hurt?” I asked, trying to lighten up the mood and holding myself back becausefuckI wanted to kiss this guy hard.

“Very much.”

“Maybe we could celebrate?”

He looked at me inquisitively and before I could chicken out, I asked into his ear:

“Will you fuck me?”

Chapter 26

Antony

Thenextlook Henry sent me was pure fire. He leaned away from me slowly to examine my expression, and he must have seen the raw desire in it, because his jaw hardened, his throat shifting as he swallowed hard.

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

God, we were still in the library. Henry had a way to make me forget about everything—where we were, what we were doing, who could be seeing us.

None of that mattered when I was with him.

“I’m sure.”

We’d already sort of talked about this.Ihad been particularly vocal about it, especially when he was fingering me to high Heaven and I started asking for him tojust fuck me.

One of us still had some restraint, though, because we hadn’t crossed that line yet.

“Do you want to?” I asked, feeling momentarily insecure, but he quickly put his forehead against mine and with a rough voice, he said, “Do I want to fuck you?” He let out a ragged exhale that was pure sex and restrained, pent-up desire. His hands went to my hips and tightened their grip. “I want to be buried so deep inside you I forget about my own name. I want you writhing and desperate beneath me, and I want to hear my name from your lips as you beg me to come.”

Fuck.

Our breaths were coming in short now. It felt like there was suddenly less oxygen between us and I needed Henry to feed me all of it from his lips. My cock was so hard it hurt and I thought there would probably be a bead of precome already wetting my boxers.

“Do I want to fuck you?” he whispered again roughly against my lips. “Yes, Antony, Ido.”

And I believed him.

He bit my lower lip, making a low sound come out of me before he covered my mouth with his completely, kissing me savagely, full of need, full ofwant.

When I managed to put an inch of distance between us, I said, “Let’s go then.”

“Rightnow?”

“Yes. I think no one will be in my apartment.”

And I would make damn sure by sending a quick, subtle message to the group chat I had with my best friends.

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