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“Leanbh,” he says soothingly. “I’m not worried about that. I’m worried that you look exhausted.”

“Just blissed out, not exhausted. Look, already trying to rally.” He follows my eyes to my crotch, where my cock isn’t rallying exactly, but is expressing curiosity over where my hands just were.

Kier gives me a weak smile. “It’s going to take me a little time to catch up. That’s what you get with me.”

I think that’s meant to be another age quip—as if more recovery time is a mark against him—but I’m not concerned. “That just leaves more time for foreplay. Help me up so we can try the couch next.”

I can’t believe I was worried things wouldn’t be as magical.

Chapter twenty-one

Kier

Having a boyfriend ten years my junior is invigorating and depressing.

On the one hand, he came without any assistance from me, unless you count my cock in his mouth, and if that doesn’t make me a rockstar I don’t know what does. But on the other hand, he’s already hard, and I’m sporting a semi.

At least he doesn’t seem bothered by the extra amount of time it takes me to go another round. He might actually enjoy it, since he spends that time thoroughly exploring every inch of my body to catalog what I like. And I like everything he does. All of it. My body just isn’t helping me express that as quickly as I’d like it to.

Still, he’s not complaining, and for that I’m grateful. I’m grateful, period, since I can’t imagine my life without him.

To think I almost let his lie of omission come between us. I know I had a right to be upset, but I handled it poorly, putting all the blame on him when I absolutely wouldn’t have given him the time of day—no matter how pretty he is—if I thought he was just another fan trying to pick my brain. Thank God he gave me the time to come around and fix that mistake instead of locking the emotional doorway that opened between us in Denver.

I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here right now, in my living room, sitting naked atop an equally naked Aiden as my hands roam his body.

“Why is blue your favorite color?” My hands skim along his collarbone.

“Have you seen your eyes?”

I arch my brow as those eyes find his. “Okay, I’ll rephrase.How longhas blue been your favorite color?”

“Ages. But before you it was just blue, now it’s a very specific shade of blue. Or shades. Somewhere in between sapphire and cobalt, just like how your eyes change in different light. Why is green yours?”

“Ireland. The land is so impossibly green it just… takes your breath away.”

“Will you take me sometime?”

“Of course. If you take me to a Japanese penis festival.” I give one of his nipples a little pinch, which has his cock twitching next to mine.

Hello, we seem to like that.

“I’ve never even been to it. I just thought it sounded fun.” Aiden’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, making me question whether I may need to revisit my favorite color.

“It does sound fun. Going anywhere with you sounds fun.” I lean forward to touch his kissable lips with mine and feel him quiver again. This time, so do I.

Aiden’s seductive eyes follow me as I pull back, skating down my torso, coming to rest on our side-by-side cocks. “I really like this view.” He bites his lip, so of course I’m hit with another tremor.

Then he does it again. And again.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Testing a theory.”

“And?” I prompt.

“It turns you on when I bite my lip.” He looks up at me from under hooded lids.

“That’s not a theory, it’s a fact.”

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