Page 85 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

Henry only let out a pained groan in response.

“I can’t deny you anything, damn it.”

Then he took my hand and led me out of our hidden spot.

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My apartment was indeed blissfully empty when we got there, but there was no time for tours or polite niceties, because as soon as the door closed, we were on each other. Our kisses were savage, ravaging, hungry and almostunhingedwith need. To get closer, feel every inch of his skin against mine, feel his cock ramming inside me andGod, I’d never been hornier in my entire life.

Clothes flew, falling around us all over the apartment in a trail toward my bedroom, and by the time he had pushed me down onto it, only boxers separated our weeping erections.

“Lube?”

“Bedside table.”

Henry wasted no time in getting it and with a raised eyebrow, he showed me a box of condoms I’d recently bought.

My cheeks heated. “I got them, you know. In case.”

“Always prepared, aren’t you?” Henry walked slowly around the bed until he was at the end of it, watching me spread out for him. “I like this view.”

“Do you?”

“Very.” His grin had a hint of wickedness, but his next statement rang with genuine feeling. “You’re gorgeous, Antony. I could look at you all day and never get tired of it.”

I felt a flush go down to my neck, feeling suddenly shy andwanted. Because there was no denying the lust and appreciation in Henry’s eyes right then, and never in my life had I felt so desired, actuallywantedby someone.

Someone I’d wanted for so long, I knew nothing else.

“I like the view myself,” I said, becausefuck. No one compared to Henry Campbell, not in my eyes.

“Singing my praises already?” he asked, but I saw the satisfaction clear on his face at my praise.

Did he want it? Did he want me to tell him how much I wanted him, how perfect I thought he was?

Because I would. I would tell him and it would betray my feelings, but I would.

When I didn’t respond, he said, “I’m sure it’d be better withoutthis,though.”

Instead of going straight to take out my boxers, Henry used his hands to touch and feel the plains of my chest, down to my stomach, reaching the edges of the fabric and taking hold of it before slowly,slowlytaking it off and revealing my swollen length.

“Henry,” I groaned. We hadn’t even started and I was already getting desperate, becausefuck, my cock was dripping, and the sight of it popping out into the cooler air was obscene. Even more the way Henry stared at it, licking his lips, because he already knew what it tasted like. And I remembered all too well the feeling of it between his lips.

Ignoring my plea, Henry pulled it slowly down my legs until he could throw them to the other side of the room.God, why wasthathot?

“Aren’t you going to do something?” I asked, sounding very breathy and not at all like the confident guy I wanted to portray.

His dark eyes were amused as he said, “I like to look at my domain, my prize, my celebratorycake, before I take a good bite of it.”

And he did look at me like that. Like I was a wonder. Like he owned me, and right then, I wanted nothing else than for it to be true. I wanted him to mark me, deep inside, and I wanted to hold him so tightly against me there would be no way for him to ever leave me.

No way to separate us.

“Well, I want to feel every thick inch ofmyprize inside me. Do you think that will happen today?”

I was goading him. He knew it.Iknew it.

And he still fell for it.

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