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“The art world?”

“The PR machine that goes with it. Give me egotistical musicians and loud music any day over this shit.”

I totally agreed.

CHAPTER 16

LENNIE

After the gallery event, Evert wanted to hit a couple of bars. He met up with friends at a local honkytonk, and I waited on the sideline, counting down the hours until I could go back to Payton.

When I dropped Evert at his place, around two, I was tired but wired. Thankfully, it didn’t take long to get to Payton’s. And when I opened the door to his condo, Finnigan was lying in the hallway, like he knew I was coming.

“Hey pretty boy, were you waiting up on me?”

The cat got up and rubbed against my legs while I locked the door. I reached down and picked him up, then headed for Payton’s bedroom. He’d left a light on for me.

I placed Finnigan gently on the foot of the bed, then made my way to the bathroom. Once I was done washing up, I padded back into the room and slid between the sheets. I was about to turn off the bedside lamp when Payton rolled over and latched onto me like an octopus.

“You’re home.”

I clutched him tightly to me, my emotions bubbling up without warning. “I sure am.”

His place, my place, it didn’t matter. Home was Payton’s arms. As long as he was with me, I was happy.

“How was tonight?” Payton asked.

I kissed his head, and he snuggled in closer. “Evert’s photos are amazing. He sold a lot. And after the gallery, he met up with friends at Foster’s Way. Remember that place?”

Payton sat up and straddled my waist, his curls mussed, his eyes sleepy.

“Of course, they have line dancing. We met up with Wayward and Killmine, and you watched me ride the mechanical bull.”

That night was burned into my memory. I’d never been so distracted at work before. I should’ve known then that I was in trouble with this man.

“Well, I wanted to make sure you didn’t fall off and hurt yourself.”

“Is that why your eyes were latched onto my ass the whole time?” Payton quipped.

My cock began to fill, and I didn’t care if it was two in the morning. I needed him. Now.

“How about you show me those riding skills, Angel?”

“You’re not too tired?” Payton asked coyly.

“Does it feel like I’m tired?” I rubbed my aching cock against his naked ass. “Wait. Are you sore?”

Payton shook his head, scooted down the bed, and pulled down my briefs. He tossed them aside, but they landed on Finnigan, who promptly hissed and fled the room.

I reached for the nightstand and threw the lube on the bed.

“I’m all yours, sweetheart.”

Payton raked his nails down my chest and teased my nipples. When he bent over and licked one, then the other, I nearly came off the bed. He had a wicked tongue, and he knew how to use it.

Grabbing the lube, he slicked up his hand and then my cock, stroking me off until I was sweating and swearing up a storm, desperate to come.

“That’s it, Angel. Take what belongs to you.”

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