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It scares me every time he says something like that. I’m constantly afraid he’ll turn it into an excuse to pull away or leave before I’m ready. If that’s even a thing—my being ready to let him go. “It’s mutual, if that helps.”

“I’m not sure it does.”

“You don’t have to think about it so hard,” I tell him.

He glances at me with hooded eyes. “What’re you gonna do to make me stop thinking about it?”

I take a deliberate look at his belt buckle. He undoes it before doing the same to mine. We fall into a deep kiss as we unbutton each other’s shirts. Silas is naked before I am, and he doesn’t want to wait anymore. Once again, we’ve found ourselves without lube and a desperate need to fuck.

I bend to take his length into my mouth, knowing it always gives us spit to spare. He lies back on the desk, his fists in my hair as he rocks himself gently into my throat. My mouth slides up and down easily, hooked on the taste and feel of him against my tongue. There’s no way I could ever want Avery or any woman as much as I want this. His body is amazing. Every inch of it turns me on. I could suck him for hours.

“Graham…please…Jesus.” He puts his feet on the edge of the desk, his hole opening for my saliva to slide in. I rise, my hands on the underside of his thighs and I push them back, bending him in half. Aiming myself carefully, I breach his outer ring with my cockhead.

“Fuck,” he gasps, tossing his head. “More.”

Slowly, I give it to him, the oversized desk an ideal height for me to do exactly this. His precum leaks onto his abs in a near-steady stream. He’s as turned on as I’ve ever seen him. I don’t know if it’s the office or the brief, intense conversation we hadbefore we started undressing each other, but his dick is hard, twitching, and dark with arousal, shining from what my mouth did to it.

“You’re so hot right now,” he says, like he stole the words from my head.

The words spur me to snap my hips, make him brace himself to take me. He makes a noise that’s too loud, and I still, fully sheathed inside him, to bend over and whisper, “If you want to be fucked, I need you to be quiet.”

He stifles a whine in his throat, and he nods, the look in his eyes both pleading and frantic. I secure him with my hands on his waist, holding him still while I drive inside him again and again.

With one arm over his mouth to muffle his cries and the other hanging onto the edge of the desk, he takes every inch of me. Banging away at him the way my body craves, I watch in surprise as his cock erupts with cum, jetting up his chest and continuing to gush with every rough drive of my hips.

The sight sets me on fire, and I let myself go entirely. I fuck into him quick and hard, his channel spasming—milking me until my thighs are trembling, and the harsh contraction of release takes over. Because I’m trying very hard not to make a sound, the orgasm feels like an implosion, wrecking my insides and rattling through every nerve. I shake as I continue to release my load inside him. It coats my cock, and I draw out enough to see the milky white liquid dripping from him. Immediately I shove back inside, and we both grunt. I lower myself onto his chest, and he lifts his head to kiss me hard and long.

Eventually we pull away. “Do you feel like a real senator now?” he asks.

I grin against his lips. “Like one of the most powerful men in New York.”

“It’s hot as hell on you.”

I caress his face and say, “I think I like you too much, too.”

27

SILAS

“God, I fucking missed you,” I say as I back Graham into the apartment door he just walked through and attach my mouth to his. He tastes like mint and winter. February has been a dreary mess. Gray nearly every day and snowing more than I’ve ever seen in New York.

He’s been gone three weeks—doing his junior senator thing in DC, and while the phone sex has been hot, it’s no substitute for the full sensory experience. I need him in my ass—in my mouth—between my legs. Everywhere.

Though I know at some point this will have to end, I have no idea when, and I’m just as surprised as anyone would be that I’m even hotter for him now than I was two months ago when he fucked me on Capitol Hill.

Not that I’ve talked about this with anyone. What’s one more secret when the only person I want to know me already knows them all?

Graham responds hungrily to my kiss, not bothering to try and slow things down. He pushes up my tank top and shoves down my sweats, exposing all his favorite parts of me.

“Fuck me,” I manage to say between long, wet kisses.

“I’ll come in two seconds.”

“Don’t care. I want you inside me.” I turn around to make it easier, watching him over my shoulder so I know when to pounce.

He’s barely pulled himself out when I reach for his cock.

“Lube, Silas—Jesus.”

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