Page 19 of The Marriage Negotiation

He did say he hoped that we could have a real marriage at some point, but when was that point?

I was right back to that damn slow thing.

I was sitting in the same exact spot when Patrick walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later. The only thing Patrick had one was a white towel wrapped around his waist. He was using another towel to dry his hair.

Drool began to pool in my mouth as I looked him up and down.

This was where the slow part came in.

I took a long measured look from the top of his wet hair, down his beautiful face and square cut jaw, his long neck, the sexy six pack abs I had ever seen, to his narrow waist and hips and then past the white towel to the bottoms of his long slender feet.

Could a guy have sexy feet?

I needed a cold shower and quick.

I jumped up to race to the bathroom, but my feet got tangled and I tripped, falling to my knees. I reached out for any leverage I could grab to keep me from falling to my feet.

When I looked up, I inhaled a sharp breath. I had grabbed Patrick's towel and it now lay in a heap at his feet. The man was standing there in all of his naked glory.

My eyes widened as I watched his cock harden and rise right in front of my face. I raised an eyebrow as glanced up to his face.

"Seriously?" Patrick asked. "I'd have to be dead six months not to get aroused by the sight of you kneeling at my feet."

Oh, good answer.

I tentatively reached out a hand and stroked Patrick's thigh with my hand, starting at his knees and slowly moving up his damp skin. I swallowed tightly when Patrick arched into my touch.

"Both hands, Zaq, please," Patrick pleaded.

I laid both of my hands on Patrick's thighs, my fingers clenching against his slick skin. A delightful shiver of wanting shook my body at the simple touch.

"Your hands feel so good, Zaq," Patrick whispered, his voice breathless and needy.

"Yeah?" I whispered back. .

I moved my hands so I could gently caress Patrick's abdomen. His reaction to my simple touch was shocking. The man moaned, his entire body trembling.

My senses reeled as I watched him, almost as if my brain had short-circuited. Patrick's skin was flushed with desire. His eyes half hooded as he stared down at me. His mouth was partially open, small pants falling from his lips.

He was breathtaking.

My heart pounded rapidly in my chest, I leaned forward and licked a line on his thigh to the crease where his thigh met hisgroin. I smiled against his skin when Patrick's groans of pleasure reached my ears.

Apparently, I'd found a hot spot for Patrick. I couldn't have been more thrilled. I intended to exploit that hot spot for all it was worth, or at least until I found another one.

When Patrick's hands clenched in my hair, the air in my lungs hissed out in a deep rush. I felt almost light-headed for a moment.

"Patrick." I closed my eyes and rested my head against Patrick's thigh. The man's touch was just too much to take in. It felt too good and not good enough all at the same time.

"What do you need, Zaq?"

I didn't have a clue what I needed, but I knew I needed something. I ached in a way I never had before. My cock felt so hard I could have cut marble, and it leaked as if preparing for something big.

Patrick grabbed me by the arms and pulled me up. His touch was light and painfully teasing as his fingers moved over my face, tilting my head up until our eyes met. There was earnestness in his eyes as he looked down at me that I hadn't expected.

"Whatever you want, Zaq."

"I need you."

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