Page 281 of Affair
Duty above love.
It would break him in ways that nothing before it ever could, or would.
Still, he was now his father’s heir, and he had to do what he had to do.
Be alone.
Poe knew that he’d never marry a woman, father a child, or give his parents that. He knew that wasn’t the life he wanted, but he would take this one moment of love, and hold it deep in his heart.
It was insane to him that he’d begged Gamble not to leave him, and he’d been angry that he planned it when he was doing the same thing.
He only hoped that Gamble forgave him.
The man was healed, and now, he could move on with his life.
Without him.
When Gamble’s pants were flicked open, and Poe pulled him from his jeans, Gamble moaned in pleasure.
The way he was touching him made Gamble so goddamn happy.
He’d found his peace, and now, they just had to survive, and he was going to have a good life.
With Poe.
“I love you,” Gamble whispered.
Poe hesitated for a second, and then took him deep within his mouth.
He loved him too, but the words…
They would just make it harder. It would make it harder to leave him.
Already, he was sick thinking he was going to have to disappear, and never see this man again. A man he’d grown to love so much.
But he had to make that sacrifice.
He was the last Seville, and he had to play a role. There was no way he could ask Gamble to do that. It wouldn’t be easy.
They’d be talked about, discussed, and ripped to shreds. Poe knew the tabloids in England were merciless, and Gamble was a Hunter.
He needed anonymity.
Going back with him would be anything but. So their moment together…
It was ending.
As he blew Gamble, he relished in the feel and taste of the man as he slid him in and out of his mouth.
As his breathy moans filled the grotto, there were tears in Poe’s eyes.
He loved him so much.
And he always would.
When Gamble’s strong, capable hands were in Poe’s hair, slowing him down, Poe memorized this moment.
It was all he’d have left of this amazing, incredibly sweet, and sexy man.
