Page 111 of Role Model

And, no. Not everything.

Harris plucked one of the strawberries from the coffee table and hovered it in front of Troy’s lips. Troy smiled and opened, taking the berry in his mouth and closing his lips around Harris’s fingers.

It actually wasn’t as sexy as Harris was hoping. He had to remove his fingers so Troy could chew the slightly-too-big berry that was making his cheeks bulge. Once Troy swallowed, he coughed and said, “That was a sour strawberry.”

“Was the chocolate good?”

“Could’ve used more of it.” Troy took a gulp of champagne.

Harris laughed. “Sorry. I thought it would be, y’know, sensual.”

“I have an idea.” Troy set his flute on the table. “How about I lay you out on that rug and kiss every inch of you?”

Harris immediately tipped backward on the rug, arms and legs spread wide. “I’m in.”

He thought Troy would pounce on him, but instead he sprawled out on his side next to him, gazing at him with those piercing blue eyes. Harris almost squirmed under the scrutiny, but then Troy gently placed a hand on the side of Harris’s face and kissed him.

He kept kissing him. He kissed the corner of his mouth, his cheek, his eyebrow. His soft lips teased the shell of Harris’s ear, and down to his throat. Each kiss was soft and unhurried, savoring Harris like fine whiskey.

He didn’t even notice Troy untying the belt of his bathrobe until it fell open. Troy positioned himself between Harris’s spread legs, kneeling as he trailed his fingertips over Harris’s chest and stomach. The gentle brush against his skin was almost ticklish, but it also sent delicious shivers through him.

For an eternity, Troy didn’t do anything except caress Harris’s skin. His fingers explored everywhere—torso, legs, arms, throat, face. Everywhere except Harris’s now rigid cock. Harris just lay there like a puddle of mush, perfectly relaxed and blissful after a day at the spa with the man he—

The man he definitely had some significant feelings for.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” Harris said dreamily, “but I’m a bit aroused.”

“I noticed.”

“Okay. Just making sure.”

Troy’s lip curved up in one corner, then he pulled one of Harris’s hands to his lips and kissed his palm.

“Little lower,” Harris quipped.

Troy kissed the inside of his wrist.

“Meanie,” Harris grumbled.

A low rumble of laughter shook Troy’s shoulders, then he lowered his head and snatched Harris’s right nipple between his teeth.

“Getting warmer,” Harris sighed. He watched Troy as he kissed a path across his chest, over his scar, to his left nipple. God, Troy was beautiful. He was always beautiful, but now, in the glow of the firelight and with Harris’s brain fizzy with champagne and lust, he was breathtaking.

And if he wanted to spend the rest of the night tormenting Harris with soft kisses, well, Harris shouldn’t complain.

Eventually, however, Harris had to complain.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he said raggedly.

“Shh. Let me take care of you my way.”

“Your way is torture.”

Troy chuckled against Harris’s inner thigh, sending ripples of pleasure up to his balls.

“If you’re not gonna touch my dick, at least let me touch yours.”

With an exaggerated sigh, Troy shifted until he was kneeling beside Harris’s shoulder. His erection was peeking out from the front of his loosely tied bathrobe. Harris pulled one end of the belt, and the knot fell apart.

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