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“Yup.”

“Is it like that every time?”

“Every time.”

“Can’t you turn off the notifications?”

I sigh and slip my phone into my pocket. “I can and I do sometimes. But I try to respond to some of the comments and engage with the fans, so I don’t really mind the notifications.”

I tuck myself under his arm as we stroll from the elevator to our room.

“So you’re basically working twenty-four-seven,” Christian says. He holds the door open for me.

“Seven days a week, three-sixty-five.”

He frowns as he peels his shirt off and steps out of his shorts. I don’t really need a shower—hard to work up a sweat when all I’ve done is take pictures. But I strip alongside him and let him drag me into the shower.

I’m determined to get my mouth on his cock this time. I push him down onto the bench and settle myself on my knees between his legs. He’s built like a freaking god—all those muscles, plump and perfectly sized for my hands. I run my palms up his thighs, over his stomach, and up to his chest. It still feels like a dream sometimes, like this can’t possibly be real.

His cock is semi-hard when I take it into my mouth. I drag my tongue over it and shiver as it grows and hardens. A surge of power rushes through me knowing that I have this kind of effect on Christian. I can make him aroused. I can make him lose control.

I drag my lips over the thick vein running along the underside of his dick. I flick my tongue against that little dip underneath the head. I lap up his pre-cum, wiggling my tongue into his slit for more.

I stuff his cock as far into my throat as it’ll go. My jaw is fully extended, my tongue is flat against his length, and I choke myself on the bulb of his head. I can’t get it all the way in like when I was on the bed with my head tilted back, but I manage some of it. When I swallow around his head, he grunts, and his body jerks.

“Sebastian,” he growls and that spurs me on.

I lose myself on Christian’s cock. I blow him until my jaw is sore, until my throat is raw, until the tiles on the shower floor dig painfully into my knees. I suck on his cock like it’s my singular mission in life, like his cum is the elixir I need to live. I take more and more of him until I’m mindless, high on his flesh in my mouth, his hands in my hair, his smell in my nose.

Then I do it. I swallow and suddenly I’m nose to pelvis. I can’t breathe, I can’t move, I’ve impaled myself on Christian’s cock. If I die here, it will be a good death.

“Fuck, fuck, Sebastian.” Christian’s shaking as he tries to hold still for me. He cups my cheek, then slides his hand down to feel his own dick lodged halfway in my neck. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

I hum. I want him to come like this. Directly down my throat so I can’t even taste him. Just pump all his thick ropy cum straight into my stomach.

His dick swells impossibly large in my mouth. I think my esophagus is going to rupture with how thick he is. I’m almost certainly going to pass out. But I can feel every pulse of pleasure that crashes through him, I can feel his cock jerking and twitching inside me.

I cough when Christian eases himself out of me. I’m barely conscious when he hauls me up into his lap and tucks my head under his chin. He kisses me on the forehead and I nuzzle my nose against his neck as I float away.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHRISTIAN

Sebastian’s armed with the camera on his phone when we step outside to wander the city. The sun feels brighter, the air smells a little sweeter, and I can’t seem to wipe this silly grin off my face. Sebastian seems just as happy and bubbly as I am, and every time he directs his smile at me, it hits me like a blast cannon. I feel like a teenager, discovering the giddy high of romance for the first time.

Last night and this morning were so simple, so effortless. Everything from getting ready for bed to where we’re spending our day to what kind of food to get for lunch… it’s comfortable, uncomplicated, and soothing. We fit together seamlessly, like we were custom created for each other. I can’t remember what my life was like before Sebastian barged into it. I can’t imagine ever having lived without him. I reach for him whenever my hands are free. I feel an ache in my chest if I haven’t heard his voice in too long. I’ve never craved chocolate chip cookies so damn much.

We head back to the hotel late in the afternoon to get ready for the awards show. The dress code for the Grabby’s is literally whatever people want to wear—or not wear, as the case may be. There are as many practically naked attendees as there are those dressed in tuxes and every conceivable style in between.

I’ve got on a black-on-black three-piece suit, with a black shirt and a black tie. It’s highlighted with satin lapels and a silver watch chain clipped to my vest. I bought the outfit especially for this occasion, wanting to look my best as I walk down the red carpet next to Sebastian. I want to make him look good.

I’m combing out my beard when Sebastian comes out of the bathroom.

“What do you think?” He holds out his arms.

He’s wearing a dark blue suit with a crisp white shirt, open at the collar, and a bright pink handkerchief in his breast pocket. It reeks of a casual elegance that not many guys can pull off. Sebastian does, though, like this is the type of stuff he wears every day. His hair is artfully styled and I think he’s got some makeup on under his eyes.

He swallows and my gaze is drawn to the base of his neck, that delicate little dip there that’s calling my name. I take a step toward him, wanting to seal my lips around his skin and suck until I leave a mark. I don’t though—there’s already a hickey on his chest that’s barely covered by his open collar.

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