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“Undress,” Gavin repeated.

They were really doing this. He was doing this. Stryker reached for his mask. This was it.

“Oh no, my little nugget. Keep the mask on.”

Nugget? What the fuck did that mean? Stryker hesitated.

“Boots first,” Gavin demanded.

O…kay. With a shrug, Stryker bent to unlace his boots.

Gavin moved. Stepped behind him.

Was he staring at Stryker’s ass? Hmm, Stryker could work with that.

“Slowly,” Gavin told him. “You’re going to give me a show this time.”

“Whatever you want, Papi,” Stryker quipped.

“Watch your mouth, boy.” There was a growl at the end of Gavin’s words. “Don’t make promises that you might not be able to keep.”

Stryker had to swallow hard. He was still bent over. Gavin was proving to be more than a worthy game player. Everythinghe said, the tone, it was just perfect. Exactly what Stryker had been fantasizing about.

Maybe it wasn’t Stryker’s game after all. Stryker had thought that he’d been the one in charge of his interactions between him and Gavin. But had he? Thinking back, Stryker had to admit that Gavin had been keeping him on his toes from the very beginning.

Gavin had given Stryker little glimpses of what Stryker had asked for. Gavin had set the tone of the text messages. Gavin was the one to set his laptop facing the bed to tease Stryker. Realization hit that he wasn’t the one in charge.

“We can slow down.” Gavin’s palm pressed against his lower back.

“No,” Stryker whispered. “This is perfect.”

“Do you need help?”

Did he? Stryker nodded.

“Good boy,” Gavin murmured.

Stryker shivered. Why did he like those two words?

“I’ve got you.” Gavin ran his palm down the curve of Stryker’s ass before the light touch left him. He walked around to kneel in front of Stryker.

Was it the blood rushing to his head from being bent over or was it Gavin’s proximity that was making him lightheaded?

Stryker looked at Gavin, meeting the dark gaze, and gulped.

Gavin smiled. He finished unlacing the boot that Stryker had started. A tap to his foot and Stryker lifted it. Gavin removed the boot and sock. He started with the second boot. They repeatedthe steps until Stryker was standing barefoot on the damp forest soil.

“Do you need a safe word?” Gavin asked softly.

“No!” Stryker’s voice echoed around them.

Gavin chuckled. “That was very certain. You have no idea what I plan on doing to you.”

That was the point! “Please.”

“Oh, my little nugget. You are perfect.” Gavin leaned forward, pressing his nose against Stryker’s stomach. He breathed deep.

Stryker was really glad that he’d taken a long shower that afternoon after returning from his in-person stalking mission. He had expected to be sniffed after all. Before Stryker could react, Gavin pulled back then reached for the button of Stryker’s pants.

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