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Blake wraps one hand around my shaft, his grip firm, and any restraint I might have mustered is lost. I shove his head down, and he takes my aching cock into his warm, wet mouth. He swirls his tongue around the rim, just how I like it, before I thrust up into his mouth, and he gags, mouth full, as I hit the back of his throat.

“Fuck! That’s it. Suck me good, Blake,” I hiss through gritted teeth.

He tightens his lips around me, almost to the point of pain, and sucks as he pulls all the way back to the tip. I thrust up again, causing him to gag, and I hold him there, enjoying the tightening of his throat as he groans around my crown. My balls tighten as Blake works his mouth over my cock again and again. I feel him thrusting his own hips against the sofa, desperate for release, and with one last thrust into his mouth, I shoot my load down his throat, gripping his hair tight as my cock pulses with my release.

As my breathing levels out, I tug his head up and watch as he uses his thumb to wipe a drop of cum from the corner of his mouth, swiping it on his tongue.

Smirking, I say, “Up. Bedroom now. I want you naked, on your knees and arse in the air.”

Blake chuckles as he gets to his feet, sporting a damp patch from his leaking and painfully hard cock tenting his trousers. “You don’t need to tell me twice,” he retorts and strides off in the direction of the bedroom. By the time I arrive, Blake has stripped naked and is on all fours, arse in the air, as ordered, with a bottle of lube beside him as he strokes his cock leisurely, watching me over his shoulder as I enter the room.

CHAPTER EIGHT

BLAKE

Islip from the bed, trying not to disturb Roman. Now Amos is back, he has no reason to get up at this ridiculous hour. I’m pulling on a pair of boxers when a hum of approval comes from behind me.

“That’s a view to wake up to,” Ro mumbles, the sheets rustling with his movement.

Spinning, I find him on his back with his hands behind his head, the duvet resting at his hips, his abs and tattooed chest on full display. I lick my lips as memories of last night flood back in, but I don’t have time to indulge in a repeat performance. Stalking to the bed, I lean in and kiss him.

“I need to shower and get to work or I’ll be out of a job,” I tell him, pushing away from the bed and toward the en suite. It’s about the only decent thing this place has. And even that is bland and lacking any sort of character.

I find Ro in the kitchen once I’m showered and dressed and a coffee waiting for me.

“Is this what they call domesticated bliss?” I joke, picking up my cup and drinking. When Ro doesn’t answer, I look over to find him staring at me. “What?” I look down at myself in a battered pair of blue jeans, smattered with paint, and a white T-shirt with a high-vis vest over the top and a utility belt hanging from my waist.

“Jesus! Get out of here before I take you back to bed.”

I laugh. “Yes, boss,” I say, knowing it will wake his dominant side. I rinse my cup and call goodbye as I leave.

The first time I put these jeans on, Ro almost came in his pants. It’s no surprise I was late for my first day on the job and spent the rest of the day with a delicious ache in my arse every time I caught a glimpse of my reflection. Who knew Ro had a builder kink. But this is one thing I intend to carry back home with me.

I love Ro in his reverend collar too, but not for the same reasons. He looks hot for sure, but it’s more of a taboo thing. I like the idea of corrupting a man of God, and even more so Syd. The girl has no idea how fucking sexy she is. Virgin or not, I intend to tempt her, corrupt her until the only innocent thing about her will be the way everyone else sees her. Or maybe not, depending on exactly how far she’s prepared to fall.

Sydney is the modern Eve, and I fully intend to make her fall from grace spectacular.

When it begins pissingdown around lunch time, work is called off, and I find myself heading for the bookshop. Ducking in out of the rain, I spot Syd chatting to a guy I don’t recognise, but her laughter that has me moving on automatic.

I slip down the aisle next to them and listen as the guy smoothly switches gears and asks her if she has a boyfriend.

“No and I’m not looking for a relationship at the moment,” she says apologetically.

“Okay.” The guy pauses, watching her, as though he’s debating whether to say more. Deciding to chance it, he says, “How about just plain old fun? You know, friends with benefits.” He leans against the bookshelf, one arm above Syd’s head, and winks.

She laughs. A sweet giggle but one that hides shock at the guy’s balls or the whole idea of fucking a random bloke. Most likely both.

Screwing her nose up, she says, “That’s not really me.”

“A romantic, huh?” he counters.

“Not really. Just not interested in meaningless…sex,” she retorts, and it’s clear from her hesitation how hard it was for her to get that word out without stuttering.

Taking pity on her uncomfortableness, and pissed the guy can’t take a hint, I step round into their aisle, catching Syd’s attention immediately.

Striding up to her like it’s the most natural thing in the world, I say, “Hey. You ready to go?”

She frowns but catches on fast. “Sure. Let me grab my bag and tell Sheila I’m going on my break.” Turning to the guy, who is busy scanning me from head to toe, she says, “Nice chatting to you, Ewan. Good luck with university.”

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