Page 38 of Key Change

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Cillian draggedhim into the apartment, blocking Snap from getting out, tossing his keys on the kitchen counter, and shutting the door without breaking the kiss.

Anthony pressed him against the door. “I’m not taking this to the bedroom.”

“Why?”

Anthony had asked himself the same question several times, and if he let his dick do the thinking, he’d be in Cillian’s bed, no questions asked. Cillian’s hand was already in the process of liberating his dick from his pants, and he needed to be smart about this. “Because if I’m in your bed, I’ll end up staying the night.”

“And?” Cillian’s cool fingers closed around the hot length of Anthony shaft.

He gasped with the contact but managed to get out, “If Hayden is suspicious and Margot is reporting back, we need to be more careful.”

Cillian paused, his breath ghosting over Anthony’s lips. “What are you planning?”

“At the moment, not much because you’re distracting in all the best ways.” He kissed Cillian, taking his time.

Cillian gave a low laugh. “I’m not even trying.”

“In which case, I’m in big trouble.” He wanted to see Cillian try. He slid his hands beneath Cillian’s shirt. “You have two weeks of performing, which is a natural obstacle, and you said you’d only be free for lunches.”

“Yeah, but I’m hoping to meet you for lunch.”

“Agreed. These two weeks will give me time to think about the problem and how best to tackle it as pushing all of Hayden’s buttons isn’t the best idea.” Because they could either pretend their relationship was over, or they ramped it up to push Hayden into doing something stupid—the latter might turn Cillian’s past into public fodder. Which meant the former was the best option.

“So no staying the night because you want to go home?—”

“It’s not my home. It’s where I’m staying until I find a job.” As soon as he had a job, he was out of Margot’s house—even though it was in a great location, and he loved running along the beach.

“You want to pretend that things have fizzled?” He gave Anthony’s cock a slow stroke as if to prove that nothing had fizzled.

When it came to Cillian, he doubted his desire fizzling out was possible. “Exactly.”

“And what if you don’t come up with a solution?”

“I don’t know… I want to say that I’ll definitely think of one. That there has to be one?—”

“But if there’s not, then I’m in the same situation as before I met you.” He seemed resigned to that reality.

“Not really. You’ll have me. If you want me…”

“As long as you aren’t going to do anything that will put you back behind bars.”

“I am never going back. I swear.” He gripped Cillian’s hips and lifted him onto the kitchen bench.

Cillian let out a small yelp as his fingers pressed into Anthony’s shoulders.“What are you doing?”

“Making sure I don’t fall into your bed and ruin our barely there plan.” Anthony worked open Cillian’s jeans and freed his dick. Only then did he lower his head to take a taste. It was touching someone else he’d missed the most, hearing their responses, and feeling the way their body moved with each touch. That hadn’t been what he’d expected to miss when he’d first faced the reality of doing a stretch.

Cillian leaned back on his elbows. “I’m starting to think you love sucking dick since you keep diving for it.”

Anthony sucked as he lifted his head and Cillian’s cock popped free of his lips. “I like feeling you react without being distracted by my own need… Unless you don’t like it?”

“I love it, but I don’t want you thinking I’m a selfish asshole.”

Anthony didn’t bother answering with words, returning his lips to Cillian’s dick and putting his tongue to better use.

It didn’t take long for Cillian to tip his head back, exposing his throat as he moaned, “Oh fuck…”

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