Page 135 of Beau and the Beast

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not like I’m a total novice when it comes to hung guys.”

A pulse of jealousy shot through Wolfram.

“Hungguys?” he repeated with a smug laugh. “At the risk of prying into your prior sex life, I’d be willing to wager this is the biggestchallengeyou’ve taken on.”

Beau looked up then, his hand stilling. “And have you ever known me to shy away from a challenge?”

Wolfram wanted to keep arguing, but as Beau squeezed around his base through the fabric of his breeches, the protests dissolved on the tip of his tongue.

“Iwant you.All of you,” Beau said, his voice a husky whisper. “Why do you keep trying to protect me from what I want.”

“Because you’re too ambitious for your own good,” Wolfram chided.

“Let me try,” Beau said. “If it’s too much, we’ll stop and I’ll quit bothering you about it.”

“You’re notbotheringme. It’s flattering that you… that you want me so much.”

Beau hummed and leaned in, pressing a kiss under Wolfram’s jaw.

“Let me try,” he begged again. “Tonight, after dinner. If you won’t do it for me, do it for the book. Consider it the last frontier of my research about you.”

Wolfram snorted. “Please tell me you’re not including the details of our sex life in your manuscript.”

“Of course not,” Beau said. “But I learn about you—every time we’re together, I learn something new about you, Wolf.”

Wolfram had felt the same way about him but never thought about it until hearing it put into words. Knowing Beau through their friendship had been one thing, but seeing what he desired, the way he moved under Wolfram’s hands and his mouth, had been something else entirely. Beau was different in bed but the same in so many ways—unashamed of what he wanted, demanding and hungry but just as eager to take care of Wolfram as he was to get off himself.

And he did want Beau.

More than he’d ever wanted someone, more than the desperate nonsensical longings of a teenager whose attractions have never been tempered by rejection and regret, Wolfram wanted Beau with his whole being. He wanted to feel every inch of him, to be in him, to be as close together as they could be.

Maybe it wasn’t such an impossibility. Maybe if he didn’t treat Beau like he was made of porcelain, this was something that they could have.

“You don’t want to wait and let this happen… organically?” Wolfram said.

“You know how I feel about schedules,” Beau said with a smile. “And that’s not a no, right?”

“We can discuss it more after dinner if you’d like,” Wolfram said, pushing back and dragging a hand across his groin.

Beau’s face lit up like he’d just gotten the best news of his life.

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It tookevery bit of concentration Beau had not to rush them all through dinner.

If Wolfram was so attuned to all of the workings of his body, Beau wondered whether or not he was acutely aware of the fact that Beau was thinking about one thing and one thing only at the start of the meal.

Would he be able to tell just from the way Beau was eating that he was spending the meal thinking about fucking Wolfram? Could he sense the way that Beau’s heart sped up every time Wolfram opened his mouth to say something?

You’re acting like a horny teenager, Beau chided himself.

Even as he was frustrated, though, Beau reveled in it. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d been allowed to indulge himself, to spend long hours with a lover without worrying about getting back home or what he’d have to do at work the next day.

And despite everything that had gone poorly and the life that Beau knew he needed to return to when he’d finished his time there, Beau allowed himself that evening to enjoy the little oasis of friendship and pleasure he’d stumbled upon there in the penthouse.

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