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He just keeps on shredding the napkin.

“I’ve never tried.” He sighs. “I want to. I think it would be great, but I’ve never found someone who can accept me enough. That’s what I’ve been searching for.” He looks up at me with resignation on his face. “I mean, it’s stupid, really. Who would want a boyfriend who can only get a boner in a box?” His huff sounds like he’s truly given up. My heart breaks a little for him. But also an image drifts in front of me of his small, lithe body, bound and pliant with me pounding into him. My cock thickens and I’m glad I’m sitting behind a table.

My eyes flick to his mouth, where he’s biting his bottom lip nervously. Now that he’s bared all to me, my earlier thoughts of kissing him return tenfold.

“Do you like to be kissed?” I blurt, unable to help myself, but inwardly groaning. Always an oaf. Jamie looks at me for a full second like he’s processing what I said, and I feel stupid and basic for asking it.

“I love kissing.” His smile is sexy and seductive and his eyelids lower slightly, so he looks at me through his lashes.

I crook a finger and beckon him. Despite the look he gave me, I’m mildly surprised when he obeys.Obeys. My breath hitches when he stands between my legs.

“Would you like to kiss me?” His voice is raspy, his breaths are short and fast.

I answer by pulling him closer and attacking his mouth with mine.

CHAPTER 7

JAMIE

As Victor’slips crash into mine, my stomach swoops. He runs his tongue across the seam of my lips and I open for him, allowing him in, letting him explore, letting him take control. He runs his huge hands down my back and over my ass, squeezing. I can’t help but let out a little squeak and he laughs against my mouth. Without breaking the kiss, he lifts me up and sets me back down, now straddling his lap. I lean into him, my hands on his shoulders, and let him thrust his tongue deeper.

I can feel the bulge in his jeans and I reach down and run my fingers across the hardness that’s straining to get out. He groans and I press a little harder.

“Fuck, cutie.” His voice is dark and rich.

“Will you let me suck you off?” I whisper.

He pulls his head back and his eyes snap open.

“You do that?”

“Yes? Just because it won’t make me hard, doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it, and I think you’d really like it.” I give him my best seductive smile. I would like to have his cock down my throat even if my body doesn’t respond the same way. I love giving pleasure, too.

He looks thoughtful for a minute. “Would you be okay with trying something out?”

“Depends,” I say slowly. I’ve learnt my lesson about not getting myself into a dangerous situation.

He stands up, still with his hands under my ass, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I suddenly discover I like being carried around, and nuzzle into his neck as he walks the few steps to the kitchen area. He sets me down on the breakfast bar, but before he steps away, he catches a hand behind my head and looks into my eyes.

“I have an idea.”

Then he starts looking through the kitchen cupboards, searching for something. It takes a few minutes before he straightens up.

“I knew I saw this somewhere.” He holds up a roll of food wrap. “Would this work?”

I catch his meaning immediately, and it’s a pretty good idea. I’ve never thought of it myself, and I guess if it all goes wrong, I could get myself out of it. Not that it will go wrong, because I trust Victor. That revelation heats my core and I feel excited.

“Yes, let’s try it,” I agree and again Victor nods. This time, he steps between my thighs and kisses me. I wrap my legs around him again and he effortlessly picks me up, still kissing me, as he walks us to the bed.

He sets me down and I reach to pull off my sweater, but he stops my hand.

“Please let me?”

I nod, and he kneels in front of me. First, he removes my shoes and socks, putting them aside. Then he tugs at my sweater, and I lift my arms while his large, warm hands push it up and over my head. He plants a kiss on each of my shoulders and then across my chest.

“Oh my lord, you have freckles here, too.” He puts a hand on my chest and pushes me back to lie down. “You’re so beautiful, cutie.”

I just lie there and watch him as he unbuttons my jeans. I lift my hips and he wriggles them off me. He picks up a foot and runs a trail of kisses up my leg. He even places one on my still limp and not very impressive cock. I can’t quite believe it. It’s like a dream come true and definitely not at all how I expected my weekend to go.

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