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“We can do whatever you want,” I assure him. “We can get tested again, James and I can use condoms.” Even though I hate the thought—we’ve never used condoms, but I will for Soren. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”

“We’ll discuss that later. What do you want right now?”

A question has never been so simultaneously easy and hard before. “I…I want to touch you, Sir. I want to feel you in all the ways you’ll allow. I want to make you feel good.”

“Oh, Doc,” he purrs. “You already are.” Reaching out, he brushes his hand across my cheek. “Come on then,” he says, sitting back and opening his arms wide.

Without hesitation, I scramble off the floor and climb onto his lap. My knees ache—I’m getting too old to kneel for long, but fuck if that’ll stop me.

Soren’s arms wrap around me tightly, one hand going back to my hair as the other holds me around the waist. He drags my mouth to his and I moan into the kiss.

I let myself freely explore, trusting he’ll stop me if I do something he doesn’t want. Running my fingers through his silky hair, I listen to him groan as I tug on the strands a little.

Rocking my hips forward, I slide my ass over his hardening cock, even as I press my own against his stomach.

Pulling away from his mouth, I kiss down his jaw and let out a groan as he tilts his head back, exposing his neck to me. I get a tug by the hair when I gently nip at his skin, and inwardly, I smile. Not today, but soon, I’m going to stop being agood boy,and see what he does. For now, I don’t mind playing by the rules.

Soothing the barely-there bite with my tongue, I pull back a little so I can watch as I slide my hands down his chest, fingering his nipples through his clothes. Soren’s eyes are bright with heat and I shudder under the weight of his gaze.

“Can I undress you?”

He smirks. “What if someone walks in?”

“Not an exhibitionist, Sir?”

The smack against my ass has me letting out both a gasp and breathless chuckle. “Don’t be a brat.” He tries to sound stern, but his smile gives him away.

“Never, Sir.”

I’ve never seen a Dom roll their eyes before, but I have a feeling Soren is close by the way he shakes his head with a little smirk on his lips.

“You were saying?”

“Let me touch you, please. Skin to skin.”

Soren sighs like it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done, but he lets me go long enough to sweep both his scrub top and undershirt up and off.

Fuck, is he gorgeous.He’s not big or ripped, but his smooth chest and abdomen are sleek, and I waste no time in getting my hands on him. Soren shudders and moans as I finger his nipples, turning them to hard points.

Carefully, I slide around on his lap until my ass is directly on his cock and I begin rocking my hips. Both of his hands grip my hips, but I don’t let it deter me.

I can feel his hot and hungry gaze on me, but I keep focused on my task, dragging my fingers up and down his chest, around his sides, and down to the waistband of his pants.

“Careful,” he says in a low voice. “You’re allowed to touch, but don’t take privileges you’ve yet to earn.”

I shiver and moan, unable to hide my reaction, even if I wanted to.

“You like that?” he asks. “Like the thought of me putting you in your place?”

I meet his eyes as I answer. “Yes, please. I want you to show me, Sir.”

Soren leans in and whispers against my lips. “Be careful what you wish for, brat.”

“I can handle it.”

Faster than I can comprehend, Soren grips me by the hips and flips me onto the sofa. My back hits the cushions and I let out a breathless gasp. He stands and gives no mercy, grabbing me by the wrist and dragging me up with him.

Twink he may be, but that doesn’t mean he’s lacking in strength. My cock aches at the thought. I like the dichotomy of being fucked and owned by someone who looks liketheyshould be tossed around the bedroom.

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