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I swallow hard, my heart hammering so hard I’m afraid it’s going to explode out of my chest. “Yeah.”

He pulls me into the bedroom. It’s dark, except for the thin stream of moonlight creeping in through the heavy curtains. My cock bobs between my legs, the thought of me dominating him, taking control of his body with my own, and burying myself deep in his ass making me rock solid again.

Except…fuck.

“I don’t have anything here.”

He grins. “Oh, so you weren’t going to fuck Kim after all, huh?”

“Never.” I run my hand down the front of his chest and dip my head to run my tongue along the column of his neck. “She’s not the one for me.”

Gabe grabs me by the back of the head and pulls me away so that he can penetrate my soul with those eyes. “No,” herasps. “She’s not. And now I’m going to show you just how wrong she is for you.”

Then he bends down and digs a hand into his pants pocket. He pulls out a packet of lube and a condom before tossing them on the bed.

“Boy Scout, huh?”

“It’s good to be prepared.” With a seductive grin, he falls backward onto the comforter, stroking his thick cock. My dick twitches at the sight. I move toward him, my pulse hammering against my throat.

Gabe’s gorgeous body spreads out in front of me. He strokes his dick as he watches me tear open the packet of lube and coat my fingers. Lowering myself over him, I bring my hands to his ass and spread his cheeks. Then I plunge my fingers inside of his tight hole. He moans as I stretch him, his muscles clenching around me.

“Fuck me, Vince.” His jaw clenches as I thrust my fingers hard inside of him a few more times. I quickly tear open the condom package with my teeth and roll it on. His eyes never move from my face as I graze the rim of his ass and press into his heat.

A yelp escapes my lips.

Fuck me, that’s tight. And hot. So hot.

His body molds to mine and if I move too fast, I’m gonna lose it. And it feels too goddamn good to end so soon.

“Deeper,” Gabe mutters, writhing beneath me, still stroking his cock.

“Okay…” I thrust forward, slow at first. His ass clenches, squeezing my cock.

“Faster.Harder.”

I squeeze a bit more lube into my hand and grab his dick, trying to create some kind of a rhythm, but as soon as I palmhim, he pulls me closer, forcing me deeper. His muscular thighs tighten around me.

“Fuck, that’s good. Harder.”

His cock throbs against my hand as his grunts pierce the air, matching my own in volume. I squeeze my eyes shut, my hips rocking against his. White lights blast behind my eyelids like a Fourth of July fireworks display, my heart damn-near ready to explode out of my chest. I pump his dick faster, warm cum spurts from the tip, spilling onto his taut stomach.

Jesus Christ, I’ve just made a man come with my dick and my hand. But not just any man.Thisman.

Tingling in my core morphs into a full-blown electric shock jolting every extremity, sizzling each cell. For the second time in a ten-minute span, I lose myself in Gabe.

And I know I never want to be found.

Chapter 25

Gabe

Astabbing pain hammers against my forehead. I press my fingertips to my temples and squeeze my eyes shut for a second. Fuzzy memories of what happened between the sheets, and in just about every corner of the room last night, suddenly sharpen through my hangover. They latch onto my brain and hold tight, refusing to let go.

I sit back in the leather chair next to the window and stare at the sun barely peeking over the horizon. The sky is a mess of orange, red, and yellow, each color fighting for dominance. I raise the mug to my lips and swallow a mouthful of black coffee. No creamer, no sugar. Not by choice, either. I like my coffee light and sweet, but right now caffeine trumps taste. The bitter taste makes my lips twist like I’ve just sucked on a lemon.

A rustling of bed sheets claims my attention. I turn away from the window to find Vince shift around on the mattress. The crisp white sheet is twisted around his muscular thighs, one massive arm flung over his face. Swirls of ink cover the underside of his upper arm and travel down the side of historso. It’s an intricate design of a sun and a phoenix underneath it. I traced each one of the lines with my tongue last night.

That’s not all I did with my tongue, either.

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