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“Wanna bet?”

“I’m not. That’s…too much.”

“You have no idea.”

Witter finally got the flaps of my jeans parted. He shoved his hands inside and frowned. “No underwear? Why am I not surprised?” He curled his hand around my cock and let out a gasp.

I grinned. “Surprised?”

He swallowed, squeezed my cock, then released it and folded together the flaps of my jeans. “Yeah, it’s been a while. No way I can take that. Get up.”

“You afraid of a little pain?”

“A little? That thing has no business on a human’s body.”

I threw my head back and laughed. Witter’s face had turned beet red. He really was scared to take on my dick.

“I’ll be gentle.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Until my back’s turned. Then you’ll ram that thing up to my tonsils. No thanks.”

I backed off him and got to my feet. He scrambled to his, probably thinking that was that. He couldn’t be more wrong. “Then I’ll take you on your back. That way you can see everything coming.”

He paled. “That’s…far too intimate. How can I pretend you’re someone else if I’m staring up at you? Forget it. This whole conversation shouldn’t be happening.”

I clenched my teeth, the usual irritation I felt around him mounting by the minute. “So you’d rather I fuck you from behind like a dog?”

“Must you be so crude? I already told you.” His gaze dropped to my crotch. “I’m not taking that thing. Once I tried to fuck someone—and he wasn’t even as big—and I bled for days. Back then, I was young and dumb and believed in the hype. I know better now. Big dicks are overrated, and a nice normal dick with someone who’snota felon is the way to go.”

“I’ve never been convicted for any crime,” I said.

He snorted. “Not because you didn’t deserve it. We just could never pin anything on you.”

“Let’s make a bet.”

“What bet?”

“If we try and you can’t take my dick, I stop interfering in your investigation. But if you can—and I’m not saying you won’t still walk funny in the morning, but you sure as hell won’t bleed—you admit my way might work for you to get information out of Paddy.”

Witter scoffed. “Why do I need to do that? You don’t seriously think you can force me, do you? If I don’t want to have sex with you, I don’t.”

I shoved my jeans down my thighs, palmed my cock, and stroked it slowly while staring at him. He lasted only a few seconds before he dropped his gaze to where I was playing with my cock. I caressed my erection, rubbing from the broad basenestled in a patch of hair to the silver captive bead ring hanging from the tip.

Does he realize he’s biting his lip?

“But you do want to have sex with me, don’t you, Benjamin?” I spat in my hand and returned to stroking. “Besides, I honor my word. If you want to get rid of me so you can work on your investigation alone, show me how much your virgin-like hole can’t take my cock. It’s a win-win. If you can, you still get an orgasm out of it. When was the last time you’ve had one of those?”

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BEN

Gunner's recklessness scares me, yet thrills me. With Ben, I feel safe but confined.

Facedown on the bed with not a strip of clothing on and my legs spread, I huffed a deep breath. Sweat trickled down my back, and Gunner hadn’t touched me yet. I had my hands wrapped around the turned spindles of the wooden headboard, mentally preparing myself for the intrusion of his cock shoving into my hole.

Closing my eyes, I swallowed. Having sex with Gunner to get the edge off was a terrible idea. Anyone would be better than him—even the receptionist—and I’d never been able to get my cock to work around a woman. I’d tried back in my teens and early twenties when I was still grappling with my sexuality.

And somehow that would still be better.

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