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A low whistle escaped his throat.

“Wow...” he said in awe, looking around my open concept living space.

“Wow as in good wow, or?—”

Riley turned to face me as I slid my hands in my pockets, leaning against my sectional.

“Did... your job pay for this house?” he asked, though his tone was not judgmental as it was shocked.

I nodded, crossing my arms. “Yes. Took a while, because at first I didn’t really know what I was doing, but once I figured out how to market, how to follow the algos, how to create engaging content, both sexual and non-sexual... I was able to finally monetize my content and buy a house. In a nice neighborhood, with nice neighbors, and...”

I realized I was rambling, and he was staring. He beamed at me withpride.

And it felt more than good to have someone look at me, the real me, and see the success I’d had, no matter how I’d come across it.

“That’s amazing,” he said as he stepped toward me and settled his hand on my waist.

“Like a Rubix Cube, so many intricate parts make up who you are,” he said, pulling me to him.

I slid my arms around his neck, looking up at him with so much love I could have been the heart eyes emoji.

“I’ll never regret the things I did to get here, but I’m excited for this next chapter,” I breathed against him.

Riley’s eyebrows narrowed. “What’s the next chapter?”

“I told you, after the other night, I closed my account. My friends slash coworkers, the guys from the pool game, we’re going in as a team on a platform that teaches... well, anyone I guess who wants to know... about content creation and making a six figure business out of whatever it is you’re passionate about, I guess.”

Riley gleamed with pride. “That sounds amazing.”

“Well, it kind of just happened to come at the right time, you know. I was ready to be done with performing because...”

My words disappeared as I looked at him, as I took in the sight of this man who inspired me to be the best versions of myself I could be.

“I wantedonlyyou,” I whispered, pulling him into my kiss. “And I wanted you to be the only one who got me, all of me,” I breathed, biting my lip as I let the words out, their finality like glass in the air between us.

Riley settled his hand on my collarbone, forcing me to look up at him as he nodded.

“You aren’t the only one with selfish desires, Eric,” he breathed as he slid his hands down my shirt to my waistband.

His fingers gently tugged at my belt, swiftly undoing the buckle, and my cock twitched. I looked into his eyes and knew, I’d never want anyone else.

Riley Evans was end game.

I settled my hands on his hips, tugging at the hem of his shirt. He let me remove it without question, and I had to stifle a groanas I laid eyes on his perfectly defined chest, lit up by the amber lighting of my sconces.

“Is that so?” I asked, raising a brow. “Why don’t you tell me more about these... selfish desires?” I let my voice go dark and gravelly in the way I had learned most people liked.

Deep, sexy, with a tinge of growl.

Riley responded by shoving my pants and underwear to my ankles. My cock bobbed free, stiff as a board.

Desire was never a problem with Riley in mind.

He pulled me closer, his fingers curling in the hem of my shirt as he kissed my neck, right over my pulsing vein, before he removed my shirt, leaving me completely naked.

“Hmm... well, let’s see... For starters...” He kissed my lips, his tongue hungry for mine as he squeezed my cock in his warm palm.

I groaned from the touch as he stroked me. I couldn’t help but thrust my hand against him, seeking more, needing more.

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