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His fingers ghosted over my jaw. “That’s… that means a lot.”

“You mean a lot.”

We kissed again, deeper this time. Slower. My hands slid over his waist. His towel had loosened but didn’t fall. I wasn’t rushing us. Neither of us needed to.

When we broke apart, we stayed close, foreheads pressed together. Breathing in sync.

“You tired?” I asked.

“Not really,” he said, eyes glinting. “But maybe we could lie down anyway.”

I took his hand. “Come on, then.”

Chapter32

Elijah Grant

The cityoutside Benji’s windows had gone silent, as if even New York understood what this moment meant.

He stood in the doorway of his bathroom, barefoot in sweats and a tank top, the lean muscles of his arms flexing as he moved to dim the lights. I watched him, heart thudding in my chest, and knew without a doubt: I was in love with this man. I never wanted to let him go.

And after everything that had happened in my life, I knew that Benji would forever be my anchor. My safe space. He had rescued me. Risked his life for me.

He had saved me.

There was still so much healing I had to do to truly get over the events of these last few months, but at least I had someone like Benji by my side to get me through it.

As for tonight? Tonight there’d be nothingbuthealing.

“God, you’re so hot,” I growled as Benji strode toward me, clearly not wearing any underwear. I had tossed off my towel already so he could see how hard he was making me.

“So are you,” he said, placing a hand on the bed and leaning in.

He kissed me in a way that kicked off a shower of golden sparks. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that came from lust alone, even though we had that in multitudes. This kiss said I see you. I want you.

I choose you.

I reached down and tugged the hem of his tank up. He lifted his arms and let me pull it off. My fingers splayed over his warm skin, feeling the rise and fall of his breath, tracing over the tiny beauty marks scattered across his side like constellations. I kissed each one.

Benji leaned down and kissed me again. Our bare chests met, skin to skin, warmth to warmth. I was so fucking hard already, aching and thick, but I didn’t want to rush. I wanted to take my time. I tangled my hands in his hair and held on. I reached between us and stroked him through his sweats.

“Take these off,” I murmured against his lips.

Benji took a step back and quickly shed the sweats, throwing them to the side. He stood there in all his hard and manly glory. Dick already leaking, hairy chest flushed pink, nipples standing at attention.

God, this man was perfect in every single way.

I stroked myself, slapping my heavy cock against my stomach. Benji licked his lips like he couldn’t help it.

“Get a taste,” I urged him. He didn’t waste a second, climbing onto the bed and getting between my legs, holding my cock in both hands before slowly lowering, kissing the head, licking the slit, stroking my shaft. He took it slow at first, soft. I gently massaged his scalp, letting every muscle in my body relax.

He moaned as he sucked me into his mouth, swallowing me. My eyes rolled to the back of my skull. The heat and wetness combined to make a torrent of pleasure. He swirled his tongue around my dick, taking me deeper down his throat. He arched his back so his ass was high in the air. I leaned forward and reached for it, squeezing him as he swallowed me all the way down to the balls.

“Fuuuuck, baby,” I said as I ran a finger off his tight hole. “Yeah, keep that cock in your mouth while I play with your hole. That’s it.”

He started to gag around my cock. I leaned back and let him come up for air. He wiped his lips, a smile splitting his face. “You taste so fucking good.”

“Now it’s my turn,” I said, maneuvering us so that Benji was laying down instead of me. I straddled him, grinding against him slowly, rubbing our stiff lengths together. His hands found my hips, guiding my rhythm. I bent and kissed his neck, his jaw, the corner of his mouth. “You’re mine,” I murmured.

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