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He sucked his bottom lip in, sending a flash of lust through me. “I can’t wait to have you in my bed for a change.”

“I think you mean I’ll have you,” I said with a wink.

The way his eyes darkened and he shifted told me all I needed to know. Hunter was nervous but excited, and tonight, I would take care of giving him all the pleasure he could handle.

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HUNTER

I sprintedfrom my car to the front door, barely noticing the landscaping work Wes, Beckett, and Tucker had spent most of their energy on. I’d been given a guided tour earlier in the day, and it was staggering how much difference they’d made with just a few shrubs and some pruning work.

I threw open the door and walked inside, the scent of paint still hanging in the air. “Honey, I’m home!” I called.

“Upstairs!” Clark called back.

A sense of possibility swamped me. This could be my life. I wanted it to be. Coming home to Clark. Knowing he was here waiting for me. Somehow the claustrophobic feeling I’d had when I returned from work to Holly at the end of the day wasn’t there. I’d never realized how much dread I’d lived with. Not because I didn’t love her, but because our home life was stressful. Holly had needed so much from me, while Clark gave and gave.

I hoped her therapy was helping her, and that one day she could find this kind of partnership too.

I took the stairs two at a time, stomach flipping at the thought of what was to come. Clark would finally be inside me. In the twenty-some years that I’d been sexually active, I had never craved something to fill me, but that had changed in the past two weeks. Every time I fucked Clark and saw the bliss on his face, I wondered: Just how good would it feel to have him inside me?

Tonight, I would find out.

I stepped into the bedroom, swiping sweaty palms down the sides of my jeans, and groaned at the sight of a naked Clark in the center of my bed, cock in his hand as he gave himself languorous strokes. My mouth watered, yet another phenomenon new to me since sleeping with a man. Turned out, I loved sucking cock. I liked the taste and feel of it, but even more, I loved the sounds I could drag from Clark, the way his eyes rolled back in his head, his whole body tense and trembling.

It was incredible to feel him pulse over my tongue and spill down my throat.

I headed for the bed, diving on top of him and swallowing his laugh. I coasted my hands over every inch of him I could reach. I stroked his sides, making him twitch, and tweaked his nipples until he moaned. When my hand landed on his cock, he shoved my shoulders.

“Uh-uh. Tonight is for you. Unhand me, Mr. Rhodes, and get yourself naked.”

I raised my hands in surrender, grinning as I backed off my bed. “It’s not my fault you look good enough to eat. I’m a growing man. I need sustenance.”

Clark glanced at the tent in my jeans. “Yes, you are,” he teased. “But tonight you get only what I decide to give you.”

Damn. Why was that so sexy?

I grabbed my T-shirt and ripped it over my head. Then popped open my jeans, hesitating as a thought hit me. “Do I need to, um, do anything special?” He raised an eyebrow and I added, my voice a little unsteady, “With my ass?”

Clark laughed a little, eyes crinkling, but not in a mean way. He didn’t have a mean bone in his body. “I’ve rimmed you with my tongue, but now you’re worried?” He shook his head. “Just take a quick shower since we’ve been working all day. I rinsed off while you were gone. Use a little soap and water to clean out and you’ll be fine.”

I nodded, backing toward the door to my en suite bathroom. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“You know I won’t.”

Our eyes caught and held, and it felt as if we both meant more than just this one moment. Clark was it for me, and I was hoping I was it for him. Tonight wasn’t just about having sex. It was a new level of intimacy with the man I loved. Because damn, maybe it was quick, but my heart belonged to him.

I took the quickest shower ever, feeling strange as I pushed water and soap into my hole to prep for the night’s event. I’d gotten used to some fingering—both from Clark and myself, since I’d wanted to prepare for this eventuality—but I was still a bit of a newbie when it came to anal play.

When I returned to the bedroom, Clark was patiently waiting next to the bed. Behind him was a massive dildo. My steps faltered.

Clark followed my gaze and picked it up. “This is the DILF dildo you’ve heard so much about.”

My eyes widened, and I glanced down at my eight-inch cock that was thick but not that thick. “I suddenly feel inadequate, and a little scared for my ass.”

Clark chuckled and tossed it aside to lift a different, slimmer model. “This is The Boy Next Door. They didn’t have a history nerd model, but I thought this would be the closest to realistic.”

“You’re not going to…” Disappointment washed over me. “I thought I’d have you inside me.”

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