Page 101 of In Plain Sight

His dick peeked out from the waistband of his underwear, a bead of precum on the tip. Using my thumb, I spread the bead over his cockhead, slicking it up. I couldn’t do much more than rub him with his pants still up around his waist, but even that little tease was enough to set my blood on fire.

He crashed his mouth down on mine and pushed my hand off his cock. But before I could freak out or feel rejected, he grabbed my thighs and lifted me up, pinning me against the wall. Instead of panicking like last time, I wrapped my legs around his waist and sank into the sensation of being fully supported and held like I was no heavier than a laundry basket.

I wasn’t a small guy, and while I was shorter than Zander, I weighed more than him. The fact that he could so easily lift and manhandle me was a huge turn-on. It made me feel vulnerable, and I liked it way too much.

Just as I was getting lost in his kisses, he stepped back from the wall and carried me toward the bed, his mouth never leaving mine.

I clung to him, our kisses wild and messy as my heart raced and my stomach swooped from the show of strength. When he reached the bed, he tore his lips from mine and tossed me down on the firm mattress.

I landed on my back with a soft bounce and stared up at him as he loomed over me, his hungry gaze raking over my body.

I licked my kiss-swollen lips and let him look at me, loving the heat in his eyes and the possessive desire I saw in them.

No one had ever looked at me like that—like he didn’t just want me, but heneededme.

I felt powerful and vulnerable at the same time, and my mouth went dry as he pulled a hair tie off his wrist and slowly gathered his hair into a messy bun at the nape of his neck.

I’d seen him do that dozens of times in the past few months. It was the same style he wore at work, but something abouthowhe did it made me wonder if there was more to the move than just getting his hair out of the way.

When his hair was back, he dragged his tongue over his lower lip, then slowly scraped his teeth over it.

I could only stare up at him, enthralled by the subtle changes in his demeanor. The hints of shyness and uncertainty that had lingered under the possessive heat disappeared, and his gaze went from hungry to something darker and more primal. Even his posture changed, his shoulders relaxing as he stood up straighter, his legs spread wide in a stance that was pure power, like an apex predator about to pounce on his prey.

My entire body flushed hot, and my cock was so hard it pushed painfully against my jeans.

“Undo your pants,” he commanded in a deep rumble that hit me right in the chest.

Fumbling like a moron who’d never worn pants before, I tore them open, then paused, waiting for further instructions.

“Good boy.” He undid one of the buttons on his shirt. “Now take them off for me.”

I did as he said, shoving my jeans down until they gathered around my ankles. He hadn’t told me to take off my socks and shoes, but I couldn’t get my pants off with them still on. I glanced up at him. He nodded, silently giving me permission to take care of them.

He undid another button as I yanked both off, then undid another one when I kicked off my jeans, leaving me in just my underwear and open shirt.

“Good boy.” He dropped his hands to the next button but didn’t undo it. “Do you remember your colors?”

I nodded.

“I need the word,” he prompted gently.

“Yes. I remember them.”

“Do you promise to use them if you need to?”

I couldn’t see myself having to use them with him, but knowing I could helped me relax and quieted the last of the noise in my head. “I promise.”

“So good.” He undid the button, leaving only one still done up. “Take off your shirt.”

I yanked it off and tossed it aside, never taking my eyes off him.

Zander’s smirk-smile was way hotter than it had any business being as he fingered the final button.

I should have felt uncomfortable, considering he was basically still fully clothed while I was in only my underwear, but I didn’t. And my cock was definitely into it as it strained against the fabric of my underwear.

“What do you want?” he asked, still toying with the button.

“I want to taste you,” I said breathlessly. “Want to take you in my mouth, suck you and make you feel so good.”

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