Page 85 of French Martini

He exhales slowly before dragging his nails over my exposed tummy where he shoved my shirt up, and I grip his slender hips.

“Permission to ride you into tomorrow, sir?”

Grinning, I nod. “Permission granted, kitten.”

Lowen doesn’t hold back at all, rocking up and down on me like I’m a mechanical bull. I thought I was in charge, but clearly I was mistaken. This is all about Lowen, and I’m so good with that.

With his hands in his hair and his cock dripping, I can barely hold back my orgasm, but I do my best to let him finish first, or at least get close. Sliding my hands up his body, I twist his nipples, and he loses it.

“Oh god, Oakley, I’m gonna come. Can I come? C-c-can you please?—”

I interrupt his rambling by wrapping my hand around his cock, and apparently, that’s all he needed to go over the edge, taking me with him.

His body tenses and his hole clenches around my length as my cock pulses deep inside him. He cries out my name at the same time I murmur his, both of us riding out the tension that’s been building between us for ages. I force my eyes to stay open, watching every sticky rope of his cum splash across my chest and stomach, stunned by the knowledge that I’m spilling inside of him. It’s almost too much to process.

He twitches and gasps before falling forward and wrapping his body around mine. We stay like this, flinching together when my softened cock slides out of him but making no attempt to untangle ourselves. I stroke his back, inhaling the new, even better scent of us together.

After a few minutes, he kisses my neck. “I’m so stupid.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Stupid. I could’ve been getting worked over like that for a long time.”

Chuckling, I kiss the top of his head. “Nah, babe. You weren’t ready. We took as long as we needed.”

“I suppose.” He tilts his face so I can see his eyes. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“The patience. Being who you are. Showing me how a man is supposed to love. Rocking my world in bed. Your cock is magnificent.”

“So is that sweet little hole of yours.”

“You don’t think you’ll get bored fucking just one man?”

“I’ve always been a faithful guy. Besides, this is so much more than sex and attraction.”

“I know.” He tickles my beard, holding my gaze. “That’s how this happened. I ran out of reasons to be scared because you never gave me any. I know things won’t always be perfect between us, but I promise to keep trying if you will.”

“Does that mean I’m your man, kitten?”

He smiles. “Yes, it does.”

“Well, you should prepare yourself then. I’ve been holding back.”

“I can handle it.”

“I know you can.” I kiss his nose. “How about a long soak and then I’ll eat your ass again?”

“You’re on, big bear.”

TWENTY-SIX

LOWEN

Four months later

“It’s all set, Low,”Wren says, handing me the basket. “Ridley sent him directions and told him the client would meet him there at six.”

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