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Nate came to a stop outside a plain white door with a small metal plate with the number 603 screwed into the wood “Here we are.” Fishing out his keys from his pocket, he opened the door. “My new apartment.”

“You found somewhere!”

“Yeah. Thanks to my supervisor. She lives on the third floor. It’s not technically a student flat, but they have a deal with the uni to give cheaper rates. It’s only a six-minute walk from campus, and look.” Toeing off his shoes, he moved to the window and tapped the glass. “I get a great view of the Shard.”

I stared around the open-plan lounge and kitchen, taking it all in. The space was painted in an off-white, with wooden floors, soft rugs, and a huge window letting in the afternoon sunlight. It was decorated simply with natural wood and leather furnishings. A blank canvas, ready for Nate.

I loved it.

Curious, I took off my own shoes, leaving them on the rack by the front door, and checked out the other rooms. There was a small bathroom with a walk-in shower—big enough for twopeople, I noted—a small storage cupboard, and a bedroom with a huge bed surrounded by an iron frame. The bed was already covered with a duvet and pillows, even though the rest of the flat was undecorated.

Nate came up next to me, sliding his arm around my waist. “Did you notice how I got the bed ready, even though I haven’t moved anything else in yet?”

“Mmm. I might have noticed that. How long before we have to pick Sophie up?”

“About an hour. Enough time to make a start on the list of all the things I want to do to you in this bed.”

“You actually have a list?”

“Not written down, but it’s all up here.” He tapped his head. Twisting to face me, he ran his hand down my torso, curling his fingers around the hem of my T-shirt. “So many things I want to do to you, and I want you to do to me. It might take a long time.”

My breath hitched. “How long?”

Lifting my T-shirt over my head, he dropped it to the floor. “Years.”

I tugged his T-shirt off, palming his pecs. “Years?”

“Yeah.” Lowering himself into a crouch, he slid his hands up my thighs, leaning in to nuzzle at my hardening cock. “Years and years.”

“Fuuuck, Nate.”

“No objections?” He smirked up at me as he pulled my shorts and underwear down.

“Nope. None.” My hands landed in his hair, trying to direct his head forwards to my erection. He teased me by swirling his tongue around the head, licking up a bead of precum, before he pulled away. When he climbed to his feet, he grinned at my noise of protest. Bastard.

“Something the matter?”

“Yeah. You’re neglecting my dick.”

“What about you? You’re neglecting mine.” He gestured to the tent in his shorts, and my mouth watered. He was right. I needed that in my mouth, now.

Dropping down, I got the rest of his clothes off in about five seconds and wasted no time in taking his cock down my throat.

“Fucking hell.” He collapsed back against the wall, and I went with him, sucking him down with expert skill level. We’d done this enough times by now that I knew exactly what he liked.

A hand landed on my head, stilling my movements. I stared up at Nate through watering eyes to find him looking down at me with a conflicted gaze. Easing his dick from my mouth, I lightly stroked him up and down asI cleared my throat. “What’s up?”

He shook his head. “I wish we had more time. I love it when you suck my dick, but… Fuck. It’s stupid.”

Rising to my feet, I cupped his nape, bringing our foreheads together. “Tell me.”

“I kind of pictured our first-ever time in this bedroom with me inside you, and there’s not enough time for us to go twice before we have to leave. Told you it was stupid. It’s not like it should matter. We’ll have plenty of time to do everything in all the positions.”

“Nate, that isn’t stupid. Get on the bed. How do you want me?”

“Ride me, cowboy style.”

I laughed. “Guess I’d better saddle up, partner.” I tipped an imaginary cowboy hat.

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