Page 35 of Benji

I stroked his jaw, soft and reassuring. “I’ve shown you my health status. I wouldn’t lie about that. Bareback is not something I do either, to be honest. Safe sex was drummed into me, and I haven’t been in any long-term, committed relationship...” I studied his big brown eyes. “But I won’t do it if you’re unsure.”

“I want to try it,” he murmured. He climbed off me and a second later was back with his phone. He showed me his results. “I wouldn’t lie about it either.” He swung his leg over me and straddled me, my hands going to his hips so easily. “I’m not going to get another chance, really. Unless some other rich guy wants to hit me with his car and let me stay at his place for a week.” He straightened some strands of my hair. “And I can guarantee if that did happen, he’d never be as sweet as you.”

“Sweet?”

He nodded. “Do you know how many men would have used me by now if they were in your shoes? Like, the first day, for sure, and they wouldn’t have been nice about it. With you, I had to drop all kinds of hints and pout like a child to get what I wanted.”

I chuckled. “So the pouting was a ploy.”

“Absolutely. I did it once and your pupils blew out and your nostrils flared, so I knew you liked it.”

“So my eyes don’t lie, my pupils dilate, and my nostrils flare.”

He nodded with a sigh and nestled his face in my neck again. “Yes. Please tell me you don’t play poker.”

I rubbed his back, and something he said before was still hanging in my mind. “I won’t use you,” I said quietly. “Like other men.”

“You’re already nothing like other men,” he replied simply. “You treat me like a person.”

“You deserve nothing less than that.”

“And you still haven’t taken me to bed,” he added with a long sigh. Then he lifted his head, showing me the most pitiful pout. “All I want is for you to rail me, many times, and you still haven’t done it yet. Not even once.”

I touched my thumb to his bottom lip. “This pout won’t work now you’ve told me it’s fake.”

He turned up the dial, pouting like a spoiled child, his puppy-dog eyes large and dark. He was nothing short of an anime character. “Don’t you want me? I need you to want me, Nolan.”

I groaned and gripped his arse as I stood up, and he wrapped his legs around me. “I’ll show you what that pout will get you,” I said, carrying him down the hall.

He laughed as he locked his legs around my waist, his arms around my neck, his lips finding mine in a searing kiss.

He was a brat.

And he was about to find out just how much I wanted him.

SIX

BENJI

I didn’t wantto play Nolan like that, but he was so easy. I knew he wanted to dick me. I knew it. He’d been fighting it all day, and credit where it’s due, he took some wearing down.

My god, how I wanted him to fuck me.

I thought maybe tasting his dick, being on my knees between his legs and sucking him dry would be all I needed.

But no.

Now I wanted it all.

I wasn’t kidding when I’d told him I hadn’t gone raw with anyone else. That wasn’t a lie. My sex work had a mandatory-condom policy. My regular clients knew that, and if a john objected, he could go find someone else.

But I wanted to try it.

Fitch and Ky loved it, but I’d never been game.

Until Nolan.

He was different. I trusted him. Hell, Ilikedhim.

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