Page 82 of In Plain Sight

“Or do you want it on your hole?”

His mouth dropped open in shock.

“Or maybe you want both.” Pushing a hand between us, I cupped his cock and gave it a squeeze. He was so hard and hot under my touch, and my mouth watered at the thought of finally getting to not only see him but taste him.

He moaned and pressed against my hand.

“Tell me.” Another squeeze. “Tell me what you want, Luka.”

“Both,” he whispered.

Leaning in, I gave him a sweet kiss. “How about you put your hands on the door and let me at that sweet ass of yours?”

He drew in a shaky breath and switched places with me, his hands on the door, and looked over his shoulder at me.

“So hot.” I ran my hand down his back and over the swell of his ass.

“Zander…”

I lifted my eyes to his. He bit his lip. Something was wrong.

“Do you want this?” I asked. “Use your colors if you have to.”

“I do.” He chewed on his lip. “I’m just…I didn’t…”

I pressed against his back and ran my hands down his sides and over his stomach and chest. He relaxed against me and let his head fall back against my shoulder. “You didn’t what? Tell me,” I asked, my voice low and my lips next to his ear.

“Prep,” he said on a soft sigh.

I pressed a kiss against his temple and rubbed my hand over his bulge. “Did you shower after work?”

“Yeah.”

“I won’t use my fingers or go deep, I promise. And if you don’t like it, or it doesn’t feel good, tell me. Okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah, okay. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” I kissed his temple again. “We don’t have to do this now if you’re uncomfortable.”

“I want to.” He made a frustrated sound. “I’m just…”

“In your head?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want me to help with that?”

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

“No apologizing.” I kissed his temple again and wrapped my arms around his waist to give him a hug. “Not for anything. Ask questions if you have them. Say something if you’re not comfortable or use your colors if that’s easier. This will only work if we’re both open and honest about what we want.”

“I’m—” He cut himself off with a snicker.

“You were about to apologize again,” I said knowingly.

“Guilty.” He tilted his face toward mine, his lips seeking.

I kissed him nice and slow. He sighed against my mouth and relaxed in my arms.

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