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I grin. I probably should’ve warned him about that.

“I’m ready, baby. Please!” His call is almost desperate.

Good, because I’m not sure I can wait any longer.The sight of his gorgeous body laid out in front of me is almost enough to push me over the edge. I push gently into him, but he grabs my hips and pulls me deeper.

As my cock hits his prostate this time, he bucks.

“Fuck, this is good,” he laughs. I know what he means, but I’m in my own moment of ecstasy as his hole grips my cock. As I push in and out, I grab his shaft, my hand moving up and down in time with the thrust of my hips.

“Jeez, Jackson, you look so delicious.” I pant.

“Not as hot as you,” he laughs back, his hips lifting and back arching as I pound in and out.

“Come for me, baby.” He moans his release a second before my own. Cum spills over his chest. He runs his fingers through it and wipes them across my mouth, before pulling me down for a kiss.

CHAPTER 42

Jackson

In the dawn light,I want to dally with the man in my arms. To slowly awaken his arousal and bring him to release. But the tree surgeon is due to arrive in thirty minutes, and I’m still covered in the effects of the previous night. It surprises me that Luca has never been a top before, and I’m angry that he’s only been with partners who never gave him the chance. I get it. With his quiet and withdrawn manner, pretty looks and lack of self confidence, it would be easy to take advantage of him. But I think there’s another Luca in there ready to emerge, and I’m looking forward to meeting him. I run a hand along his hip and nuzzle into his neck until he stirs.

“Sorry baby,” I whisper. “Harlen will be here soon. I’ll bring you a coffee.”

“No, I’ll get up.” He rises and beats me to the shower. I join him anyway. As it is, we only make it to the kitchen and get the coffee machine going a minute before Harlen’s jeep pulls up.

“Morning,” I call. “Can I get you a coffee?”

“That’d be lovely, thanks,” he answers. I like the older man. Maybe it’s the connection, that he’s spent his life outdoors the same as I have. He previously did work for Frances, so he knows the gardens well.

After coffee, we take a walk around the grounds, and Harlen points out the jobs that need doing. Some of them I knew about, but others, like the old chestnut tree, I didn’t realise were in need of some attention until Harlen mentions them.

“Can you save it?” Luca asks. I understand his concern. It’s a magnificent old tree.

“Sure, it just needs a few limbs on this side removed, where that split is. That’ll stop it from deteriorating any further.”

Harlen says that the work will take a week, so we leave him to it and head back to the house.

CHAPTER 43

Jackson

It’s midsummer’s eve,and I’ve been helping the lads that Harlen had suggested do the work of clearing the field where the public car park will be. This year it’ll remain grass, but Luca and I have already discussed making it gravel for next year. I love that he’s thinking long term. He hasn’t mentioned London for a while. I don’t know what the future holds for me. I would welcome the discussion for future years, as I hope I’ll still have a job, but I don’t want to pressure him. Sometimes it’s hard to forget Luca’s my boss.

With the scrub all cleared and chipped, and the chips ready to be used as a mulch as needed, I head up to the house. I don’t see Luca anywhere, but that’s not unusual—I know he’ll appear eventually, or I’ll have to go find him when I’ve made some food.

On the shower door is a post-it with a drawing of the folly and a kiss underneath. I’m intrigued by his note, but also mildly aroused—like it’s a promise. After a quick shower, I pull on some clean clothes and a hoodie and make my way up to the folly. As Iget closer, I see he’s laid out some food and drink, and even some blankets and cushions. It all looks amazing. I tell him so.

“I thought we could stay here tonight and watch the sunrise,” he says. I love the idea. I haven’t seen the sun rise on midsummer’s day for many years, and this is the perfect spot.

“But first,” he gives me an impish smile, “I want you to strip.”

“Strip?”Did I hear him right?

“Butt naked Mr Blake,” he tries to sound serious, but those gentian eyes are lit up. I don’t know what game he’s playing, but I’m up for it. Him telling me what to do is heating me up. I decide to push him a bit.

“What if I refuse?”

“I might have to cut your wages.” He drops onto a blanket and settles himself against some cushions.

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