Page 87 of The Husband Game

Charlie grinned. “Good thinking.”

“Hey, I’m more than a pretty face and a hot body,” he teased.

Charlie gave him a heated look, licking his lips. “You’re certainly that too though.”

They went their separate ways and Dustin took a hasty shower, trying to ignore his cock, which refused to go completely down.

The water was still running in the en suite when Dustin went back into their bedroom and he pulled out lube and condoms, then settled on the bed, naked, skin still a little damp from his hasty dry job.

To kill some time and keep from jerking it to take the edge off, he reached for his phone.

He made a cursory tour of his social media, liking the pictures Matty, Nico, and Birdie had posted of the yacht party, his heart rate spiking when he heard the water shut off.

Dustin palmed his cock, still half-hard and needy and when he finally heard the creak of the door open, he set his phone aside, already forgotten.

He’d been waiting so, so long for this moment.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

When the door opened, Dustin glanced over, his jaw dropping at the sight of Charlie posed in the doorway wearing something black and strappy that made Dustin’s mouth go dry.

Black lace curved over his hips, frilly and sexy but definitely designed to cup a man’s cock. A black strappy harness crossed his chest and shoulders, framing his pecs, and a vertical strap ran up to meet the band circling his neck.

But rather than being made of sturdy leather like in men’s bondage wear, it was satiny and delicate. It was the perfect encapsulation of everything Charlie was. Sweet and soft, bold and unafraid. Masculine and feminine blending perfectly in a way that made Dustin’s head spin.

“Kitten.” Dustin sighed, his exhale a little shaky. “Oh … you look …”

Charlie bit his glossy lip. The thought of watching him bobbing over Dustin’s cock made him ache.

“Yeah?” Charlie teased with a flutter of his lashes.

“You’re perfect,” he said fervently. “Come here. Please. I need to touch you.”

Charlie sauntered over with a smile.

Fuck, he was wearing heels.

Dustin couldn’t wait to feel those dig into his back as he drove into Charlie. His head spun at the mental image, all of the blood rushing south.

When Charlie was close enough Dustin could hook a finger in the harness, he tugged him forward, dragging him onto the bed. He rolled until Charlie was spread out under him, giggling.

Dustin smiled, loving the sight of happy Charlie.

Dustin bent his head, pressing a kiss to Charlie’s lips. Then another. And another. He liked the sticky, sweet gloss and the soft sighs Charlie let out.

“I don’t even know where to start,” he whispered against Charlie’s jaw when his lips tingled and he could hardly think straight.

“Anywhere you want,” Charlie purred. He lightly scratched his nails through Dustin’s hair, sending a shiver down his spine. “I’m all yours.”

“Mmm, okay.” Dustin pressed wet, hot kisses down Charlie’s neck, alternating them with little licks of his tongue until Charlie squirmed under him.

When Dustin reached the strappy harness, he whispered, “Do you know you look like a present? All tied up like this for me. I don’t know what I did to deserve you though.”

Charlie let out a pleased hum and Dustin followed the black fabric down to where it framed his nipples. Dustin laved at them with his tongue, scraping his teeth gently over the pebbled buds until Charlie writhed under him, clutching at his shoulders.

“Dustin!” he said with a sinful moan. “Oh. Yes, like that.”

Dustin smiled against his skin. He remembered Charlie saying something similar in Vegas. So he lingered a few minutes, blowing cool air over Charlie’s nipples until they were hard and flushed a deep pink.

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