Page 83 of The Husband Game

Dustin sighed but he nodded, reaching out to brush his thumb across Charlie’s lower lip. “Then take your time. I want you to be sure. The next time I’m inside you, I don’t want it to be because we’re drunk or because we got carried away trying to pretend like this relationship is real. I want it to be because you want me more than you’ve ever wanted anyone else.”

Charlie let out a little gasp, his fingers flying to his mouth. “Dustin, I …”

Dustin brushed his lips across Charlie’s temple, breathing in his scent. “Take your time, kitten. I’m not going anywhere. If and when you’re ready, I’ll be here.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“This is the fucking life,” Charlie said with a quiet sigh on a hot summer day a few weeks later. It was hard to believe it was already mid-August. Time seemed to be flying by.

Dustin’s chest rumbled against his back as he laughed. “Sure is.”

They were both warm and sweaty, their skin sticking together, but Charlie was too content to move.

Charlie was a little tipsy. On a yacht in the middle of Lake Ontario. The sky was blue and cloudless. And he was lying in the arms of a very hot man on a comfy lounger.

Did it get better than that?

You could be sleeping with that very hot man, his inner voice reminded him.

He told it to shush.

Yes, he was aching for that.

He woke up every morning with a hard dick and faint memory of erotic dreams of Dustin biting his shoulder as he drilled him into the mattress. The past few weeks had been torturous as he wrestled with thoughts of what to do. Every day, every smile from Dustin, every sleepy ‘good night’ whispered into the dark of their bedroom pushed him a little closer to throwing caution to the wind and saying yes.

But this was good too.

Except Charlie kinda needed something other than alcohol to drink today. His mouth was very dry and the mimosas he’d sipped all morning had done nothing to hydrate him.

“I should get water though,” he admitted with a groan. “Let me up.”

Dustin tightened his grip around Charlie’s waist. The sheer strength of his arms made Charlie feel a little fluttery inside.

“No, stay,” Dustin protested, pulling Charlie back down against him. Dustin’s chest was so warm against his back, his skin slick with sweat.

He nuzzled into Charlie’s neck, the rasp of his stubble sending a shiver down Charlie’s spine.

“I like having you so close.”

His voice was a needy rumble that Charlie was pretty sure wasn’t faked. Especially because he could feel how much Dustin liked it. Right now, his half-hard cock was nestled right between Charlie’s butt cheeks.

And if they weren’t in the middle of a birthday party on Matty Carlson’s yacht right now, Charlie would slide his swim briefs to the side and beg Dustin to fuck him six ways until Sunday.

Because Charlie absolutely wanted Dustin more than he’d ever wanted anyone else.

“Aww. You two are the cutest together,” Natasha gushed as she passed by, tossing a water his way. “Seriously!”

“Thanks,” Charlie said with a giggle as he caught the bottle. “But it’s all me.”

Dustin pinched his bare thigh. “Rude.”

Charlie squealed, squirming to get away and nearly losing his grip on the sweating bottle.

Dustin pinned him in place. “Kitten, unless you want to make use of one of the staterooms and have my team hear you scream my name, please stay still,” he rasped.

Charlie did as instructed, his heart racing, the plastic bottle crinkling in his hand as he gripped it too tight, fighting a grin the whole time.

Every fiber of his being wanted that. He wanted to be bent over the bed and fucked with all of the built-up desperation they’d both been feeling since their wedding night in Vegas.

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