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I wriggled my butt and dug my heels into Leon’s back. “Punch it.”

He laughed. “Only you could quoteStar Trekwhile being fucked. So you’re ready?”

I smiled up at him. “Like I was born for it.”

He glanced down between us at my soft dick and cocked a brow.

I shrugged. “It’ll get with the program.”

He kissed me soundly, then eased his cock slowly back before giving a careful thrust forward, watching my reaction.

I rolled my eyes. “If that’s all you’ve got, I’m gonna be hella disappointed.”

His grin widened. “Then I suggest you find a handhold.” He pulled back for a second go, harder this time, and I rocked a few centimetres up the bed.

“Pffft.” I fired him a challenging look and fisted the covers. “Come on, slugger. Show me what you’ve got.”

He chuckled and repositioned my legs, pushing them higher and opening me wide. Then he drew back and thrust hard, slamming me up the bed.

“Son of a bitch.” I hissed and bit down on his shoulder until he yelped. “More.”

He thrust hard again, and again, the sheer size of him ensuring he hit my prostate in some way every damn time. There was no angling because there was no room to move, at all. But between his thrusts and the friction on my dick caught tight between us, I was hard again in no time.

“I’m close,” he huffed, his breath fast and fiery against the side of my neck, his grunts urgent and filthy and so fucking hot. “You’re too.” Slam. “Fucking.” Slam. “Perfect.” Slam, slam.

My heart thundered at his words because I couldn’t deny I felt it too. That intangiblesomethingbetween us. Couldn’t deny it and didn’t want it. “Best news all day,” I gasped as the back of my head thumped on the wooden headboard and I wondered how the hell I’d gotten up there.

Leon gave another thrust, and okay, that answered that.

But preferring my orgasms minus the concussion, I slipped my legs off Leon’s shoulders and wrapped them around his hips instead, sliding my hand between us to grab my dick. “Oh god.” I was so fucking close.

“You good?” He mumbled against my shoulder.

“Mmmmph” was all I could manage with Leon ringing my prostate bell on every stroke. One, two, three, fo—the burn ignited at the base of my spine and a wave of pleasure rushed through me. “Oh fuck!” I stroked myself through as Leon buried his face in my shoulder, his beard rasping against my skin, and came with a muffled roar, so far inside my arse I was gonna need dog rescue to sniff him out.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He threw his head back and slid home a couple more times, shuddering and jerking with every pulse until he finally stilled and collapsed on top of me, his breathing ragged, his body slick with sweat.

“Damn,” he gasped. “I died and went to heaven. Only explanation.”

I snorted and kept my legs wrapped around him, savouring whatever the hell had just happened between us, because my brain was in lockdown. Not sure I wanted to think about it. Not sure I’d ever forget.

Just once, Kip, I reminded myself.You only get to have him once.Problem solved.

I tightened my hold around his huge body and shoved a sudden and unexpected surge of regret right back where it belonged.

CHAPTERTWELVE

Leon

Chris layquiet in my arms far longer than I expected. My soft dick had fallen free of his tight heat minutes before, and yet still he hadn’t moved. The surprise of that lit a spark of hope that maybe, just like me, Chris didn’t want to end this... whatever this was. I’d never had sex like it. Never felt so connected to the other person. But if Chris was feeling anything similar, I knew he’d be freaking the hell out, and he’d soon be shoving me aside to get free.

The thought had me tightening my hold in an attempt to delay the inevitable. I couldn’t stop him and I wouldn’t try. He’d laid the rules out right from the start and I wasn’t about to break them. This was a one-time thing. I was going to respect that. Respect him.

But it was gonna hurt.

He began to wriggle and I took that as my cue to move. I rolled onto my back and disposed of the condom, fully expecting Chris to head to the bathroom. So, colour me shocked when he turned and lay his head on my chest instead, tucking his chin so I couldn’t see his face. He felt so fucking good, so right, so... impossible. I turned a little more onto my side, drew him close, and nuzzled his ear. His fingers threaded through the hair on my chest, and he hummed happily.

“How’s the hangover?” I smiled against the top of his head, and he yanked a tuft of hair on my chest. “Ow!”

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