Page 46 of Edge of Control

Maybe the excuse of constantly spending your time playing with yourself while you picture me?

“True, true,” I said.

“Want some wine? I’ve got a pinot grigio in the fridge.”

“That sounds perfect,” I said.

“Great. Let me grab it.”

He lived in a small studio, except there was a half wall separating the living room from the bedroom. The kitchen was pretty much inside the living room. I leaned against thecounter. We’d need glasses. Without thinking, I reached for the cupboard above the sink and pulled out two of them.

Immediately, I realized my mistake.

“Whoa, you’ve got good instincts,” Jace said, eyeing the two glasses. “Normally, no one goes to those for the glasses.”

I gave a half-hearted laugh. I wondered if “accidentally” dropping the glasses would create a big enough distraction to pull away from my flub. “Lucky guess,” I said.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. What was I going to do next? Ask him about the frozen pizza he had in the fridge?

Jace took the glasses and poured a hearty amount of wine into each. He handed me the glass and raised his. Clink. “To random meetings,” he said.

“To random meetings,” I echoed. Drank. Made sure my hand wasn’t shaking.

“Want a tour?”

No, that’s fine. I already have the layout memorized.

“Sure,” I said.

The tour took a whole four minutes. We ended up back in the living room, where I sat on his dark blue couch, on the exact spot he’d been sitting on butt-ass naked a few days earlier. He took a seat in the middle of the couch, close enough for me to reach over and touch him.

I did. I touched his knee, kept my hand there. This was such a different space compared to Chained, where we’d usually meet. First off, there wasn’t the sounds of other men getting their brains fucked out through the paper-thin walls. There was also plenty of light supplied by a nearby floor lamp, so I could see all the details that madeJaceJace. Those full lips, the slight curls in his dark brown hair, the chiseled jaw, the push of his biceps against his dark shirt.

Fuck, I was already getting hard.

There were some books on the entertainment console, next to a PlayStation and a small watercolor painting of a dog. “I thought you didn’t like to read fantasy,” I playfully teased him. I already knew those were the only books he read, so his white lie to impress me was cute. Endearing, almost.

It also showed how hewantedto impress me. That was the most important part of it for me.

“Oh, hah, right. Yeah… so, I may have not have been fully truthful about that. I do read fantasy. A lot. But I like nonfiction, too.” He added the last part like a footnote.

“That’s okay. I get it. But just for the future, I don’t judge. Especially not you. You can tell me anything—that you, I don’t know, that you never give up your seat on the train for old people, and I still wouldn’t judge.”

“I definitely do, just for the record.”

“Duly noted,” I said, smiling. We both took generous gulps of the wine. I looked to my left, through the open window. The office building next door appeared empty. All the windows in view were dark. No one around.

No one around but us.

I set my glass down. I was done playing games. My cock throbbed. I had to break the invisible barrier between us. I moved in for a kiss, and Jace immediately melted into me.

“Fuck, I’d been waiting for that,” Jace said against my lips.

“Me too.”

My hand traveled higher up his leg. He placed his between mine, not wasting anymore time. He squeezed at my bulge, moaning into my mouth. Delicious. I swallowed him up. Opened my legs further, let him stroke me through my pants. This was so much better than being across the street, tucked away in the shadows. Feeling him, tasting him, being in his space.

Fucking hell, this was everything.

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