Page 22 of Edge of Control

I watched him.

He was as handsome as he’d been the dayI met him in the coffee shop earlier this week. Even now, when he presumed no eyes were on him. His hair was slightly messy, and he chewed on his nails. He was completely relaxed. In his element.

Fuck…

What am I doing?

The thought struck me like a stray bullet. When did I sink so low that watching him like this felt like my only comfort? I’ve killed, I’ve broken every moral code—how can someone so good ever understand what I’ve done?

Where—how—would this end?

I could leave. End this sick game.

But that would mean severing ties with the one man who made me feel alive.

I couldn’t do that.

I took out my phone. Made sure the brightness was set to a minimum. I opened a text message chain and typed his name at the top.

THEO: Can’t sleep. How’s your week been, handsome?

I watched him read the text. He set the phone down. For a second, I thought he wasn’t going to answer me. Would he pretend he was already asleep? Would he give me some excuse? That he was out with friends and couldn’t talk to me?

JACE: Week’s been pretty chill. Just home watching TV. Maybe you need to have a bed time story read to you?

THEO: Is this you volunteering to come over and do that?

JACE: Haha. If I came over now I don’t think we’d be reading books.

THEO: Oh? What is it we’d bedoing then?

The light from the TV reflected onto Jace’s sexy smirk. The bastard was horny. That was obvious from the way his hand slid down his slightly hairy chest, cupping his balls from the outside of his boxers. Guess that made two of us, then.

JACE: I think you’ve got a good idea.

THEO: Tell me.

JACE: I don’t think I’d get past the threshold before we start making out. I wanted to kiss you so fucking bad at the coffee shop.

THEO: You should have.

I palmed at my stiffening cock. This had turned sexual way faster than I had expected. Then again, we had met in the shadows of a fuck den. What else was going to happen?

JACE: You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t stop thinking about how good it felt fucking you.

Jace was fully hard now. I watched the tent in his boxers twitch as he typed out another message.

JACE: Maybe I can come over now?

Shit. It was me who had to come up with an excuse.

THEO: Can’t host tonight. Friend’s in town.

JACE: Damn. How about you come over here, then?

Fuck. He really wanted my ass. I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my hard cock. I spit in my palm and rubbed it up and down my length. As if he wanted to sweeten the pot, Jace pulled off his boxers, leaving them at his ankles. His thick cock rested on his stomach. He held it by the base andtook a photo. Didn’t appear to like it, so he took another. It dinged into my phone a moment later.

JACE: This could be all yours.

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