Page 49 of Starts With a Bang

Sven’s gaze grew dreamier. “I didn’t know you were so romantic.”

“Honestly, I didn’t either. Maybe our long courtship brought this side out of me.”

“Courtship? More like two years of edging.” Sven tightened his legs around my hips. “But I wouldn’t change a single thing because it has led to this nearly perfect moment.”

“Nearly perfect?” I asked with a quirked brow.

“Get your pants off and slide that dick inside me. That’s the perfect moment we want to freeze forever.” Sven carded his fingers through the hair above my right ear. “I don’t want to use condoms with you. No barriers. Just your body inside mine. I haven’t been with anyone since I met you, but I’ve maintained testing, and I take PrEP.”

A sudden inhale nearly triggered another coughing fit, but I avoided humiliating myself and ruining the mood. “I haven’t been with anyone else either.” My dry spell stretched back to my marriage, but there was no need to bring that up. “Are you sure?”

Sven lifted his head and kissed me. “I’ve never been more certain of anything. And hurry before the house wakes up or another one of your exes appears and wants a reconciliation.”

I snorted as I pulled back from his embrace. Sven raked his gaze over my bare chest and settled on the erection strainingagainst my sweatpants. He sat up and pressed his lips against my stomach before tilting his head back to look into my eyes. Sven inched my sweats down a few inches to expose the head of my leaking dick.

“Or you could fuck my face.” Sven trailed kisses over my abdomen, getting closer to where I wanted his mouth yet remaining just out of reach.

I groaned and cupped the back of his head, more to hold on to something than guide him. I loved his brand of torture and would subject myself to it anytime he wanted. Seconds before, burying myself in his ass was the only thing on my mind, but the allure of that mouth around my dick was a temptation I couldn’t resist. Sven angled his head, and my cockhead brushed against his cheek, leaving a trail of precum on his face. I wanted to see release coat his lips and dribble down his chin again. I wanted—

Bang! Bang! Bang!

An insistent knock at the door made us jerk apart.

“Rise and shine, lovebirds!” Nana yelled through the door. “Time’s a-wasting, and I want to spend time with Sven.”

The only thing that could block a cock faster than a protective brother was a feisty grandmother. Sven pursed his lips to keep from laughing while I wanted to fall to the bed and throw a fit.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Quit hogging Sven to yourself, Dommy,” Nana said. “I’m giving you ten minutes before I bring the big guns.”

I didn’t have a clue what she meant by that, and I didn’t want to find out. But ten minutes? “Nana, that’s hardly enough time to brush our teeth.”

“Then you better stop wasting time arguing with me. The clock is ticking.”

Sven scooted toward the edge of the bed with a regretful expression. “To be continued.”

I bit back a curse and pulled my sweats up. “She gets an hour. Two max. Then I’m dragging you back here to ravage you, and I won’t care who knows it.” I swallowed hard. “Without protection.”

Sven stood from the bed and faced me. “No barriers.”

I didn’t know if Nana had really set a timer, but we didn’t push our luck. There were only a few minutes to spare when we stepped into the hallway.

“Hey.” Sven placed his hand on my forearm to halt me. “Christian overheard your conversation with Emerson.”

“All of it?”

Sven shrugged. “He was in the hallway when I rounded the corner and stayed after I left. I know he heard Emerson tell you he thought he’d made a mistake. I told Christian that he probably didn’t want to listen, but he insisted.”

I puffed out my cheeks and exhaled. I had a deeply conflicted conscience where Christian was concerned. There was just too much to process, and I needed a tanker truck’s worth of coffee before I could deconstruct my thoughts. I leaned in for a quick kiss and said, “Thanks for letting me know.”

“A million thoughts just raced through your mind, didn’t they?”

I chuckled and linked my fingers with his. “Maybe not a million, but there were a lot of them. I need coffee, and I need Nana to get her Sven fix.”

“So you can get yours?”

“I’ll never get my fix of you,” I told him.

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