Page 36 of The Official Problem
He wanted Kieran on his knees like he had been at the club. He wanted Kieran on his back, legs wrapped around Matthieu’s waist. He wanted him panting and boneless and screaming…
No. He had to stop.
He’d meant to say a few things before they got here. Things he had practiced under his breath on the short walk over so he wouldn’t forget them. Things that might stop him from handing Kieran his whole damn heart. But within minutes of having Kieran pressed up against him, they had gone right out the window.
“We need to talk first,” he managed, by some divine miracle.
Kieran hummed into that soft spot between his neck and shoulder that never failed to make him squirm.
“Rules.” The word came out strangled as Kieran’s hand grazed his already hardening cock. “We need to establish some rules first.”
Kieran stepped back with a laugh, shaking his head as he glanced at the floor, a soft blush creeping up his cheeks. “Rules? Okay, let’s hear them.” When Matthieu didn’t answer, he added, “You’ve got until my clothes are off to get those rules out. Otherwise, I’m starting without you.”
Matthieu thought that might not be the threat Kieran had meant it to be.
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Kieran couldn’t help thinking Matthieu looked adorable. He stood ramrod straight, gripping his beer so tightly it looked like it might explode. He wore the strained expression of a man clinging to control with everything he had. Kieran wanted to see that control snap more than anything.
No. He needed it to snap.
“Okay… rules,” Matthieu said again, completely lacking conviction.
“Uh-huh?” Kieran ran a hand slowly down his chest. The loose fabric tugged lower, giving Matthieu a peek at what he’d miss if he delayed any longer.
“We are not friends,” he finally said. “I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to keep in touch. Outside of this,”—he motioned between them—“you don’t exist to me.”
Kieran tried not to let that sting. It was what he’d offered, after all. “Fine.”
“There will be no cuddling, no spending the night, no hanging around afterward.”
“Understood.” He tugged off his tank top and let it fall to the floor. Matthieu followed the shirt’s descent, then glared at it, refusing to look at Kieran’s now bare chest.
“I call the shots,” Matthieu said to the shirt.
“I’d expect nothing less.”
“I’ll text you if and when I need you—this, not the other way round.”
“Okay.”
At this point, Matthieu could demand Kieran wear giant pink bunny ears during sex, and he’d agree. He’d do anything to get them naked and in bed as quickly as possible. Hoping to nudge Matthieu closer to the point, he ran a finger under the waistband of his sweats. That finally drew Matthieu’s attention from the floor.
“Anything else?” Kieran asked, pulling the thick material down.
Matthieu swallowed audibly, eyes widening at the ridiculous bulge in Kieran’s briefs. “No one can know.”
Kieran had presumed that was obvious. He knew Matthieu had far more at stake when it came to this arrangement. He’d never jeopardize his job like that.
“Of course not.”
“And I don’t want you fucking other people.”
“Matty…”
“Don’t call me Matty,” he snarled, heat flaring in his eyes, enough to burn Kieran alive. “If we are doing this, your body is mine. Mine alone. Mine until I am done with it. Do you understand?”
