Page 32 of A Man for the Holidays

Of course, you’re in love with the man, Spencer; that’s why you’re here.

Traitor!

I try and convince my subconscious, and yeah okay, maybe myself too, that I’m anythingbutin love with this guy, except of course, I know that I am. I stare out into the ocean watching as Quinn has the time of his life splashing about in the water, talking to himself playfully, and then when his eyes finally find mine, I smile, and he holds out his hand for me.

“Come in, Spencer; it’s beautiful,” he says.

“No, I think I’m happy admiring the view from over here, thank you,” I assure him.

“Don’t be such a party pooper,” he tells me.

“A party pooper? Quinn, it’s late, the water is freezing and I’m exhausted. I’m not exactly in the mood for a midnight swim in the Atlantic Ocean.”

He stops splashing around, then stares at me for several long seconds before he says, “Oh, you’re not in the mood for a swim, are you? Well,perhaps this will make you change your mind.”

He takes a step forward, but still keeps his distance, then without warning, he slowly slips the buttons on his jacket, sliding it off his shoulders, then he tosses it toward me. Next, he unclips his belt, sliding it through the loops of his pants before tossing that toward me too.

“Quinn, what are you doing?” I ask.

He says nothing but proceeds to undo the button on his pants and lowers the zipper. He slides his pants down to his ankles, where they rest just above the water, he moves his feet around under the water and kicks his pants off him, sending them flying right in my face. They fall into the water, and I pick them up placing them with his other clothes.

“Quinn, this is ridiculous, you’re going to catch a cold, or worse pneumonia Come on, let’s get out of here.”

He continues to ignore me, then unfastens all the buttons on his shirt before sliding that off his shoulders too and tossing it with the rest of his clothing. He’s now just wearing his underwear, and even though I’m freezing my nuts off right now, my own body is begging for release as my cock throbs beneath the confinement of the material of my pants. I watch as he places his thumbs on the inside of the material on his boxers, then he slides them down to his thighs and slowly begins to lower his underwear.

“Seriously, Quinn, if we get caught—”

But my words fail me as he slides his underwear down his legs, then kicks them off at his feet. He stares at me, long and lustfully, and as much as I’m trying to contain myself right now, and trying not to get frostbite, I’m desperately aching for my body to be pressed up against his.

I want him. I need to feel his body up against mine, even if it is just for one last time, I want to touch him and taste him with my mouth and… oh yeah, definitely fuck him one last time.

“Still not in themoodfor a swim?” he asks.

Asshole.

Unable to control myself anymore, I immediately strip out of my clothes, tossing them in a pile next to Quinn’s then walk through the water, toward him where I press my body against his.

“You are such an asshole,” I tell him.

“Maybe. But it worked, didn’t it?”

I nod and give him a smile as he leans down and presses his mouth to mine. His lips are cold, but still deliciously soft and beautiful. I feel his hand wander down my chest and stomach, until it reaches my aching erection. He places a fist around my cock, and although he’s not squeezing me tight, I feel my length press against the hardness of his palm. Continuing our kiss, I take my own hand down his body, and when I reach his cock, I pull my mouth away as I feel just how hard it is.

“Quinn, something’s wrong, your cock––”

“It’s hard and excited. I know,” he cuts in.

“No, that’s not it. It’s––”

He silences me with a kiss, then takes my hand with his own and places it on his cock.

“Jerk me off, Spencer,” he orders.

“What?”

“You heard me. I want you to jerk me off, right here, right now, until I come. This is what I’ve wanted since I came alive and met you.”

I hesitate for a moment, then angle my head up at him and stare into his eyes, and even though it’s dark, I can tell that there’s something different about them, but I can’t quite work out what it is. In fact, as I drink in the sight of him through the darkness, I notice that a lot about him has changed, almost like––

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