Page 164 of Pucking Strong

“Ooooh.” His grin widens. “Isthatwhy you were being so weird with Novy? I thought it was some kind of protective thing, like you were trying to intimidate him for me.”

“Impossible. The only person alive who can intimidate that man is Poppy St. James.”

“But you were jealous,” he presses. “You’re jealous that I’m gonna give Novy a massage?”

“Three massages.” I hold up three fingers, still glaring at him.

Laughing, Teddy grabs my wrist and climbs into my lap. With my fingers still held up, he reverently kisses the tip of each one. Then he takes my hand and slips it back under his shirt, rubbing my palm up his bare chest. He arches into my touch, his hips grinding over mine. Letting my wrist go, he places both hands on my shoulders. “Trust me when I say there’s no reason to be jealous of me massaging Novy. Or anyone else on the team.”

“Is there not? I’m your husband, so you’re not allowed to massage me, remember? It’s hard not to feel like I’m being punished for having the audacity to make you mine.”

He rocks on my lap again, teasing me with a groan, as my cock hardens against my thigh. Then he runs his fingers through my hair, tipping my head back. “The rule is no massagesat work. Novy was right. You’re the one to be jealous of here, not him.”

“Oh, yes? Why?”

He moves atop me, setting the fire in my chest burning brighter.Then he folds over me, kissing me, hands stroking. “Because you can have the full Teddy treatment anytime you want. All you have to do is ask.”

Weaving my fingers into his hair, I tug him gently back, breaking our kiss. “You would massage me too?”

“Baby, ‘too’ implies I’m gonna massage you like I massage your teammates. And I don’t typically massage my clients naked. You’re an exception.”

Stifling a growl, I sit up. Hands on his ass, I hold him to me as I stand. He gasps, the sound coming out like a laugh, as his arms wrap around my neck, legs around my hips. “Ohgod—”

Walking him forward, I don’t stop until we hit the wall. He groans, his head tipping back. Pinning him with my hips, I free a hand, wrapping it around his throat. “I’m theonlyexception. Say it.”

His smile is incandescent as he leans into the pressure of my hand. “You say it. Say the words, Henrik.”

I grind him against the wall. Christ, my heart is racing. I feel desperate. He makes me want to lose control. Or cede it. I know if I do, I’ll feel nothing but pleasure.

As he reads my mind, his smile is triumphant. “You’re aching for it, baby. You think I can’t feel your hard cock pressed against mine? You need release. Say the words, and I’ll give you what you need. Let me show you how good we can be.”

My senses are spinning as I try to remember how to form words in English. He does this to me. He twists me up, leaving me breathless and voiceless, completely incapable of thought. To go from feeling all but numb to life to this vibrancy? It’s almost more than I can bear.

Every moment with Teddy has been something new—joy, curiosity, anxiety, lust, need, peace, frustration. He feels so much all the time. Like an electrical conduit, he transfers all his emotion into me. When we touch, we become a completed circuit. Feelings overflow from him into me. In this moment, I’m that cup with no bottom. I want him to pour into me and never stop.

But his family is wrong about us. There’s no fear of me draining him dry. There is too much of Teddy to ever claim all of him. He’llgive me only what I need. He’ll take such good care of me. Someone as precious as him can do no less.

“Say it,” he teases again. “Say, ‘Massage me.’”

Those are the words he wants, but they’re not the words I give him. It’s time. I’m ready. I want to be his in all ways. I squeeze my hand at his throat and lean in, holding his adoring gaze. “Fuck me.”

Ilean into the pressure of Henrik’s hand at my throat. “What?”

“I want you to fuck me,” he says, grinding against me with his hips. “Teddy, please.”

At the sound of his begging, I gasp, squeezing his shoulders. “Put me down.”

He leans away from the wall, and I slide down his front, feet touching the ground. Only an inch or two separate our heights, but I still always feel like he’s gazing down at me from on high. “You’re serious? You would want that? Like, you know what it means and where stuff goes, and … you still want that?”

He rolls his eyes, which relaxes me a little. An eye roll is such a me thing to do. I’ve officially become a bad influence on this polite Swede. Now he sings drinking songs, and rolls his eyes, and says lewd things, like, “Fuck me.”

Dropping a hand between us, he cups my dick. His hold is firm, possessive. “I want you to take this cock and put it inside me,” he says against my lips. “Paint my insides with your cum; drag your nails down my back. Don’t stop until I’m marked inside and out. Everyone will know why I call you min man.” He leans away, and I see the glint of excitement in his eyes. “Is that clear enough for you?”

Groaning, I pull him to me in a fierce kiss. I break away first, pushing on his chest. “I swear, I was about to give you the best massage of your fucking life. I was gonna make it so good, relax you from head to toe. Then I was gonna suck your cock and swallow all your cum like the good little whore I am.”

His eyes widen, cheeks blooming pink, as I match him dirty word for dirty word. It’s adorable. “And now?”

I grin. “Now? I’m gonna bend you the fuck over.” Squeezing his ass in those stupidly snug lounge pants, I lean in closer. “I’m gonna take your tight hole, spread it with my fingers, and fuck you till you’re screaming my name. We don’t stop until you’re dripping with me.”

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