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“Lube?” I asked.

“Nightstand.”

I pushed myself up and reached for it. “Turn over?”

The way he grinned as he shifted positions had my body temperature soaring—I needed to be inside him, and I needed to be inside himnow.

I almost told him I hadn’t done this in a while, but I bit that back. I hadn’t, but I knew what I was doing. I didn’t want him to think I was a complete novice, that I wouldn’t have a clue what to do, or that I might hurt him.

And I sure as hell didn’t want to explainwhyI hadn’t topped in so long.

I banished that thought as quickly as it had come up, and I busied myself putting some lube on my fingers.

Riley looked so damn sexy, too. Laid out on his stomach, legs slightly apart with his arms folded under his head—he may as well have been waiting for a massage, and that thought intrigued me too.

Another time. As much as my mouth watered just thinking about kneading and rubbing every inch of his naked body, I had other plans tonight.

I ran my hand up the inside of his thigh, loving the way that made him squirm. When I teased his hole with a lubed fingertip, the pillow muffled his voice, but I still caught that he was cursing.

I grinned. “Like that?”

“I’ll like your dick even better.”

I laughed, making sure he heard it. “You’ll get it, don’t worry.”

He grumbled something else, and this time, the pillow kept it from reaching me.

Fingering him open was sexier than I’d expected. Not just because it made him writhe and moan, but because it ratcheted up my anticipation of pushing my cock into him.

I gave myself a few pulls just to appease that craving for friction. It didn’t help much; just made me want to push into him sooner. I wanted to hear how his loud his moans and cursing could get while he was taking me.

And the view would be—ungh. It was even hot watching my fingers sliding in and out. My cock? Oh, fuck, I couldn’t wait.

The view wasn’t just sexy because I had a perfect angle to watch myself penetrating him. There was also the view ofhim. His sculpted back and shoulders. His gorgeous legs. The way his muscles rippled whenever he shivered or tried to fuck himself on my hand. How had I gotten so lucky that this beautiful man was naked in bed with me?

That he wanted me inside him as much as I wanted tobeinside him.

“Nolan,” he moaned. “Just… Just fuck me already.”

“You sure you’re ready for me?” I pushed two fingers in again just to tease him.

He rolled his hips, probably rubbing his cock against the sheet. “I’ve been ready for you all night. Justfuckme, damn it.”

I bit my lip. Oh, hell, yeah. As I withdrew my fingers, I said, “Up on your knees.”

He muttered something like “About fucking time,” and I gave his ass cheek a playful smack. He glanced over his shoulder, grinning.

I chuckled and rolled my eyes as I reached for the lube.

“You can do that again, by the way,” he said. “Slap my ass? I like it.”

“So I noticed. But that’s only when you’re being a brat.”

“Uh-huh. Which means now I’m going to be extra bratty so you’ll—mmm, yeah.” The second slap was harder, and oh, hell, he wasn’t kidding about enjoying that.

Duly noted.

I knelt behind him and lined myself up. As I teased his hole with the head of my dick, he whimpered and let his head fall forward.

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