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He disappeared back into the crowd.

My shoulders loosened, but I still felt the weight of the man’s presence behind me.

I exhaled, steadying myself before tilting my head to look at him.

“That was…” I swallowed, pulse still too fast. “Thanks.”

He still didn’t speak. His lips curled—that same cocky half smirk I’d noticed earlier—but he remained silent, watching me.

Something inexplicable coiled between us, something thick and pulsing and undeniable.

It should have unnerved me. Instead, it just made me burn hotter.

I licked my lips, considering my next move.

He had rescued me.

Intervened when I needed him to.

The least I could do was pay him back.

And I knew exactly how I could do that. I turned so I was facing him, our cocks brushing together, sending delicious tendrils of pleasure through my body. I couldn’t resist kissing him, instantly becoming addicted to his taste. “Come,” I said, reaching for his hand. “Let’s find somewhere a little more private.”

Chapter12

Benji Morrison

My heart poundedagainst my chest. I felt like a live wire, every part of me on high alert. This was hotter than any fantasies or sex dreams my psyche could cook up.

Eli was pressed against me, completely naked. My cock pulsed against his smooth ass. My breaths came quickly. I wondered if he could feel just how fast my heart beat. Could he feel my pulse through my erection?

Did he know it was me who had come to save him?

No. I doubted that. He didn’t appear to have recognized me. I chose this mask specifically for that reason. I wanted to remain anonymous. How would I have explained myself if he knew?

I hadn’t even been planning on interacting with him. I knew I was crossing a big, bold line by following him to this party. I wanted to watch him from afar. Same as I’d do when he cammed. I had set that boundary for myself before I even laid eyes on him tonight.

That big, bold line vanished into thin air the moment I saw him.

How could I keep myself away from such a perfect man? His naked body was even more impressive in person. I wanted to kiss the divots of his hips, run my hands over his stomach, down past the trimmed crown of dark pubes, wanted to feel the weight of his full balls and thick, uncircumcised dick in my hand.

So I kept an eye on him. Even when that long-haired twink was trying to drag me off somewhere more private. I excused myself and followed Eli, noticing him bristle when that man appeared to corner him. A protective rush of energy swept through me. I felt like a male lion, ready to roar and fight to the death to protect my object of affection.

At first, I was going to ignore that protective flair. This wasn’t my place to intervene. Maybe Eli wanted him. Maybe he was here to just empty his nuts and move on? Who was I to stop him from doing that?

Then I heard Eli turn the red-velvet-masked man down, but the man clearly didn’t take no for an answer.

That was enough to push me into action. I moved behind Eli, standing over him, placing a protective (and possessive) hand on his hip. The man’s dark eyes looked us over, and he realized he was far out of his league. He gave a grunt and turned to watch the two men fucking in the center of the room. The sounds of their sex mixed with the heavy bass that filled the air, vibrating through my lungs.

Eli turned. He said thank you, his eyes finding mine even though mine were obscured by the mesh of the mask. My breath hitched. Our cocks rubbed together. We were both rock hard. I looked down, amazed at how sexy Eli was, how good his stiff dick looked next to mine.

Fuuuuuck.I’d been dreaming about this moment. Wanting it.

Cravingit.

I should tell him who I really was. I should have lifted the mask and revealed myself before things went any further.

But I couldn’t think straight. Logic went out the window, barreling down toward Central Park. Pure lust made it difficult to differentiate right from wrong.

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