Page 37 of Finding Lord Landry

It was an empty threat—we both knew he wouldn’t do that, especially under these circumstances—but we also both knew I wouldn’t reject him. I never had.

I quickly sat up, grabbed him under the arms, and yanked him up, manhandling him onto his front beneath me before moving down to spread his ass cheeks apart.

Kenji sucked in a breath right before my tongue landed on his hole. Then, he let out a debauched whimper that changed into a groan. I ran a hand up his spine and pressed down firmly between his shoulder blades. Then, I moved his knees up underneath him until he was exactly where I wanted him, face and chest down, ass up.

I felt instinctively what he needed, and I did my best to give it to him. Thankfully, I had lube in my bag. After several long minutes of enjoying his ass with my mouth and tongue while listening to his needy sounds, I grabbed the travel-sized tube and moved up behind him.

Kenji reached his hand back for mine. I held on tight while I used my other hand to line my cock up with his hole.

Over the past few years, we’d had many frantic interludes like this—quick, desperate fucks that scratched an itch for one or both of us. But never had Kenji seemed soemotionallyneedy, so in need of reassurance and comfort.

It unsettled me… and lit a fire inside me at the same time.

I leaned over him as I pressed myself inside. “Okay, babe?” I demanded breathlessly.

His hand squeezed mine and pulled our joined hands under his chest. I curled around him and pressed kisses on his shoulder and neck as I thrust in and out, finding a rhythm that seemed to hit the right spot.

I tried not to make too much noise, remembering our audience in the main cabin, but the familiar grip of Kenji’s body, the clean heat of his skin, and the sheer level of his need made it hard to keep from crying out.

I released his hand so I could grab his cock and stroke it.

“Please, Kenj. I need you to come,” I croaked in his ear. “Not gonna last. You feel too good.”

Kenji’s hand joined mine on his shaft until I felt his release hit. I quickly moved a hand up to clamp over his mouth as he let out a hoarse shout.

For the briefest moment, I allowed myself to imagine what we would look like to anyone who saw us this way. Kenji, a pliant, boneless sprawl of limbs, me fucking him into the mattress. That was all it took to push me over the edge.

The only time Kenji ever surrendered his rigid control was when he was in bed with me, and the image of it never failed to make me come.

It had been over two weeks since I’d felt an orgasm this strong and satisfying. But on the heels of my release, I realized my time with Kenji would inevitably come to an end when he realized I’d spent the past ten years lying to him about who I was.

I moved off him and stepped into the bathroom to wet a washcloth. When I came back into the bedroom, Kenji was on his side, watching me, his expression softer than usual.

Affectionate. Strangely, heart-racingly affectionate.

“Why are you looking at me like you don’t want to murder me?” I teased as I nudged him over so I could clean him off.

“I don’t want to murder you.”

I avoided his eyes and attempted to tease. “Give it time. You will.”

“I’m actually feeling very fond of you right now.”

I swallowed. “Maybe it’s a variation of Stockholm syndrome.”

“Did you send in a SEAL team to rescue me? What was that?”

I finished cleaning him up and yanked the duvet up to cover him before looking around for my clothes. “Executive Rescue. Jim already had a team in place, and I managed to get you a spot in their rescue.”

“How? I don’t have a policy with them.”

I glanced at him while I finished pulling on my clothes. “You do now.”

Kenji reached for my hand and pulled me down until I was lying next to him on the bed. “Thank you.”

Then, he leaned in and did something he’d never done in three years of passionate encounters.

He kissed me.

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