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The corner of his mouth quirked up. “You sound surprised.”

“Maybe I am,” I muttered, looking anywhere but his face.

He caught my chin, tilting my gaze back to his. “Stay.”

The word was simple, but the weight of it hit me like a punch to the chest. I swallowed hard, my throat tight. “Okay.”

Markus’s smile widened slightly as he leaned in, brushing his lips against mine. The kiss was tender, slow, filled with a quiet affection that melted every last shred of resistance I had left.

Before I knew it, I was pressed against him, his hands firm and steady on my hips as I let myself sink into the moment. It was too much, all this softness and affection, but somehow not enough.

My knees hit the floor, the rough texture of the carpet scratching against my skin, and I tilted my head back to look at him. His chest rose sharply with a hitched breath, and I could see his pupils dilate, swallowing up the blue in his eyes. The pounding of my heart echoed in my ears, threatening to drown out all other sounds.

"Nicky..." His voice trembled on my name.

I pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. "Don't."

He nodded.

My fingers brushed over the fabric of his sweats before slipping beneath it. "Just let me." I tugged his sweats down, watching them pool over his ankles. He was commando. His dick long and hard and thick, begging to be blown.

His fingers found their way into my hair, gripping tight as if he were holding onto sanity itself. A soft gasp escaped him, filling the silence of the room with its raw intimacy.

I tasted salt and musk as I took him into my mouth—an intoxicating mix that made me want more. His body tensed above me as I moved slowly at first, exploring with teasing licks and gentle nips until he was shaking.

As his grip tightened in my hair and a low groan rumbled from deep within him, I lost myself completely in giving pleasure to Markus.

My mouth moved along Markus’s length, tongue swirling around the head before plunging back down again and again and again. And then he came, his body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over him.

I swallowed him down greedily, pulling away only when I was certain I'd drawn out every last drop of his release. He looked wrecked. I did that. Wrecked him, made him lose his senses. The sight of him, the taste and smell of him, caused a rush of heat to course through my veins. And there I was, lost in a world of my own pleasure.

I reached down to stroke myself urgently, faster, faster until my balls drew up. My breath hitched. And then I spilled over my fingers, ribbons of cum, Markus’s name falling from my lips in a choked gasp that echoed throughout the bedroom.

CHAPTER 17

Markus

The way Nicky looked up at me, his lips glistening from my cum, his cheeks flushed, made every coherent thought flee my brain. He wasn’t just good at giving blowjobs—he was devastatingly perfect. And the way he reacted after I came, jerking himself off like he couldn’t wait another second, groaning my name as he spilled over his fingers—it was chaos. Glorious, messy chaos.

I ran my fingers through his hair as he caught his breath, both of us sticky. For a moment, I let myself just enjoy it—the glow of him leaning against me, the sound of our breathing evening out together.

But the truth simmered in the back of my mind, refusing to let me just stay in this haze. It wasn’t fair to him, not when I knew what I needed, not when I knew this could end up breaking us apart.

“Come here,” I murmured, pulling him to his feet. I sat on the bed and wordlessly invited him onto my thighs. Being this close to him, still naked and warm against me, felt incredible.

His eyes, though. Half-lidded and sated, but also questioning. Like he could sense the shift in me.

“Markus?” He tilted his head, lips curving slightly. “What’s with the serious face?”

I brushed a thumb over his cheek. “We need to talk.”

The faint line between his brows deepened. “Now?”

“If I don’t do this now, I’ll keep putting it off.” I cupped his face, feeling the tension creep into his jaw. “I care about you, Nicky. I don’t want to mess this up by hiding things.”

He stayed silent, his gaze flickering between guarded and curious.

“This thing between us—it’s not just casual for me.” I paused, choosing my words carefully. “And I think you feel that too. But if this is going anywhere, you deserve to know the whole me.”

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