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“I don’t want to be like this anymore,” Jake continued. “I know it doesn’t seem like it right now, but for the first time in my life, I feel safe and settled enough here, in England and at Hawthorne House, that it gives me hope that I can be a better man. You make me feel like I could be a better man.”

Rafe rolled his eyes, but his heart seemed to blossom and warmth filled his insides. “If that’s not the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard, I don’t know what is,” he said, sliding an arm around Jake’s side and pulling him closer.

“I’m good at cheese,” Jake said, shrugging one shoulder.

Rafe grinned. He couldn’t help himself. In so many ways, he couldn’t help himself when he was around Jake. Jake wasa walking disaster and would probably be the end of him in so many ways, but he also needed Rafe’s help. Rafe wasn’t willing to write the man off just because he fell into compulsive behaviors. There was help available for that, and Rafe would do what he could so Jake could get that help.

“Alright,” he said, acting impulsively himself and leaning in to give Jake a quick kiss. “I forgive you for now. But try not to mess with the curriculum of my glassblowing classes going forward.”

“Absolutely,” Jake said as the two of them turned to head back to the hot shop. “And now, maybe I can give you a special little something-something as thanks for you being so patient with me.”

The good, sensible part of Rafe immediately warned him that it would be beyond wrong to take Jake up on that offer. Jake was probably trying to manipulate him and their first time together should not happen because of some sense of putting Jake in his place that whispered to him from the darker part of his soul.

They stopped just inside the hot shop’s door.

“I can see you want to,” Jake said, lowering his voice and sliding an arm around Rafe’s waist so he could pull the two of them flush. “I want you, Rafe. That should have been more than just a slap-and-tickle in the closet the other day. It should have been this.”

He leaned in to kiss Rafe’s neck, brushing his tongue over Rafe’s hammering pulse.

It was ridiculous and borderline shameful that he was even thinking of getting horizontal in the middle of the day after what basically amounted to an argument with his fake fiancé.

Then again, make-up sex was some of the best sex.

He made a split-second decision that he was certain part of him would regret later. The rest of him was already raring to go.

“Meet me at my flat in fifteen minutes,” he growled, circling a hand around Jake’s hip to grab his arse. “I want you clean and ready to be fucked into the mattress.”

“God, yes,” Jake said, breathless and tense, his eyes smoldering with need.

“Go,” Rafe ordered him.

Jake stole a quick kiss, then peeled away to rush up to the house ahead of him.

They were being silly. Both of them had loads of work to get done, things were completely unresolved between them, and as Rafe checked the hot shop to make sure it was tucked away and safe, then started up to the house, he remembered he had a date with Steve later. But that didn’t stop him from rushing up to his flat, jumping quickly in the shower, then making sure he had lube and everything else he would need to take out his frustrations with Jake on the man’s arse.

Everything was set up and he was debating calling Jake with some sort of sexy order for him to get his arse upstairs immediately when there was a knock at the door. With a smile, Rafe went to answer it dressed only in a robe.

“Hurry,” Jake said, darting into his flat wearing nothing but a fluffy robe and a smile. “I’m naked under here, and I was terrified that I’d run into someone in the hall and they’d asked where I was going and what I was doing.”

Rafe shut and locked the door, then made his way seductively over to Jake. “What a coincidence,” he said, reaching for the tie of Jake’s robe. “I’m naked under here as well.”

“You look hot,” Jake said, raking Rafe with a hungry look.

“And you smell good,” Rafe said, dragging him close and sniffing his neck.

“Only the best for you, babe,” Jake laughed and threw himself into Rafe’s arms.

He grabbed Rafe’s robe like he would tear it off to see what Rafe had to play with underneath. Rafe loved his enthusiasm. He loved the sense of coiled tension that had been there between them all along, but would finally have a chance to unravel in spectacular fashion. He kissed Jake as fervently as Jake kissed him, backing him into the bedroom, then shutting that door behind him as well.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment you picked me up at Heathrow,” Jake said breathlessly, leaning back enough to tug at the ties of Rafe’s robe to open it, exposing Rafe’s broad chest and his swiftly growing erection. “Why did we wait so long?”

Rafe was about to answer when Jake dropped to his knees and shrugged out of his robe. He spread his knees wide so that Rafe could see everything and looked cheekily up at him as he grabbed his own cock and fisted it.

“I’m going to be so good to you, baby,” he said, making a show of getting himself hard. “You won’t regret marrying me for a second.”

Rafe was sure that wasn’t the case, but he wasn’t about to say that. Not when Jake looked so incredibly sexy on his knees like that.

It was even better when Jake let go of his cock and shifted to push Rafe’s robe open all the way. He stroked his hands up Rafe’s legs, and in a dazzling repeat of what they’d done in the closet, he kissed his way over and around Rafe’s balls, then ran his warm, wet tongue up the underside of Rafe’s cock.

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