Page 173 of Adored
It was when Poe came out, and dropped his phone, that he came to a dead stop.
“Oh, holy fuck,” Poe whispered as soon as he saw his husband.
Yeah, and he’d never seen anything quite like it before.
Standing in front of him was Gamble, in his full-dress blues. On his chest were all of his medals, and he had more than a few.
He was covered.
At his hip was a commission officer’s sword, and it was shiny.
This was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life. Gamble in a suit was special, but this…
He knew Marines didn’t just pull out this to go to any party. This was him telling Poe that he was all in.
And his.
“Well?” Gamble asked. “Do I look okay? Enough to hobnob with nobility?”
Did he look okay?
The man was absolutely stunning. He was perfect in every way. The pleats in his pants were crisp, his hat was under his one arm, and he had cut his hair.
“Jesus. H. Christ,” he muttered, unable to get out anything more.
Honestly, Gamble wasn’t sure if that was good or not.
“Uh, do I pass?” he asked again.
Poe didn’t speak.
He couldn’t.
Instead, he moved at him, jumping up, and wrapping his legs around his waist. Then, he found his mouth, and made sure to kiss him with everything he had.
Oh, he’d wanted to have a honeymoon, and his Marine was about to be sullied up a bit.
Because he couldn’t wait.
This was too hot of a moment to pass up, and his body was on autopilot, careening right for this hot man.
As Gamble’s mouth was assaulted, he moaned, not able to do anything but hold on for the ride. Poe was riled up, and honestly, he was there for it.
Oh, his husband could climb all over him all he wanted.
He wasn’t saying no to that.
EVER.
As Poe kissed him, driving up the heat in the room, the only time he stopped was when he needed to catch his breath.
When Gamble opened his eyes, they were hazy with lust.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, his voice husky and thick with lust now that his husband was stuck to the front of him.
“We have to fuck. Right now,” he said, his thick British accent proving that he was lost in the need. “Because I’m not staring at you all night and being this turned on. I’ll end up jumping you in the pantry, or making a spectacle in the shrubbery.”
Jesus.
