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She gives us a knowing look that makes my neck feel warm, but Brandon pays no attention as he signals the elevator and strides purposefully towards it.

We stand side by side, our gaze firmly fixed forward. Beneath the waist, his hand casually rests against my groin. He controls my hardness with the tips of his fingers. I steal a glance sideways to see the tightness of his jaw, and the single droplet of sweat running from his temple down his neck.

Finally, the elevator pings.

And with not one second of hesitation, we step inside.

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The second the door closes, all pretence of decorum goes right out the window.

I slam him against the wall so hard that the elevator skips a beat on its ascent to the top floor, but I don’t care. Neither does he, apparently, because his retaliatory response is to cup my ass, pulling me towards him.

The lift rolls past Floor 3.

His hands roughly claw at my chest as he pulls me hungrily into a kiss.

We pass Floor 9.

I can’t wait. I literally cannot wait.I’ll die in his arms before we get to the room.

My lips find his neck, smooth, beautiful and soft. I kiss him, holding him firmly in place, as his hands roam across my back. “This feels amazing”, he gasps.“I need you now”.

Floor 13. One more.

Finally the lift doors open and we tumble out onto the landing. Brandon fumbles with the key card as we half kiss, half stumble inside. I barely have time to take in the fanciness of the room before Brandon slips himself out his shirt and manoeuvres us expertly up against the wall.

He presses his lips against mine as he fingers deftly unbuttons what’s left of my shirt and lets it drop to the floor. I gasp out a soft moan as he follows the grooves of my chest down to my waist. It lasts forever and a second.

I contract my stomach muscles, and he’s on his knees, looking up at me with pure hunger as I grip his shoulders tightly. He traces down the grooves of my stomach with his finger. “Is this okay?”

I nod, not trusting myself to speak.

He unbuckles my belt, but then there’s a knock at the door. “Room Service”.

“It’s our drinks”, Brandon untangles himself, heading to the door without bothering to find his shirt. “Hold that thought”. I hear him exchange pleasantries and use the moment to kick off my shoes and socks.

I sink into the crisp white sheets, which feel insanely expensive. I hear him close the door and quickly cross to the bathroom. There’s a minibar and snacks on the dresser. I glance at the price list and almost drop it.

“Hi”, Brandon leans against the doorway. Champagne and flutes folded over in his left hand. “Before we pick up where we left off, I just gotta know…” His voice suddenly trails off. He laughs, covering it, “God, I’m so stupid”.

I close the distance immediately. “Know what, Bran?”

“That you’re still gonna be here in the morning. I’m not looking for more than you can give”, he adds hastily, “Or asking you to define who you are, or who we are together. But I don’t want to just be something you try on, either”.

“You’re my boyfriend, remember? I’d never do that”.I search his face, “Did… have other people done that?”

The slightest nod of his head slashes my heart into a million pieces. No wonder he has so many walls up. “I fell into the same persona in college, just like high school. I didn’t want to make the same mistakes by…”

“Falling in love with your best friend?” We’re not playing on an even playing field, I realise. He already put himself out there with me. I never told him how I feel about him.

“I kept people at a distance. That meant hooking up with people on the DL. It was usually quick. Secretive. And it never lasted until morning”. He reaches out, touching my shoulder. “I just gotta know that you see this lasting longer than tonight”.

I answer him with a kiss, and after a second, he kisses me back. Our tongues jostle for space in each other’s mouths until the room starts to spin.

My hands eagerly explore the tightness of his muscles. I can’t stop touching him. His body is warm and firm. I quickly strip off my trousers and push him roughly onto the mattress. His eyes feast on me greedily as he slides himself out of his boxers.

Holy fuck. He’s sensational. I’m faint with desire as he reaches up to kiss me again, pulling me down on top of him.

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