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“I never realised that.” I smile at Porter.

“My mum was trying to be clever.” Porter gives a warm shrug.

“Porter says at toast we tell a funny story. Brian is funny story.”

“My middle name?” I have the pleasure of being named after my grandfathers. Knox Thayer, and Brian Skinner from my mother's side.

“Oh, my goodness, this story is funny though.” Caeo laughs like we've reached the punch line. “For a week, Nico wrote in his diary that Brian was hurting. He writes a diary to practise his handwriting and I read it with him. I was so worried he was sneaking out and hurting someone. Turns out, he had a headache, and he thought he was writing brain.”

It wasn't much of a speech. It wasn't even about me or Porter, but we all tap glasses and sip at the little man in the big suit with bare feet.

My life is utterly perfect.

Chapter fifty-two

Porter

Takingoffmytuxis the best moment of the day. I am Mr Porter Thayer. I belong to the greatest man in the world. Our bedroom on this boat is huge, there's plenty of room for me to dance about. Knox strips himself and pulls out a bottle of oil.

Centre stage in this wonderful room is a silver pole from floor to ceiling. To dance on it naked, I need my limbs to move without friction, and that involves Knox rubbing oil all over me. As much as I've longed for this, the stress of getting married has been tough. My time and energy for dancing had been non-existent. Knox's hands are warm and firm, rubbing his love into my skin.

“I'm sorry the wedding has been so hard, my treasure.”

“It's not your fault.” No more than being a mob boss could ever make things his fault. Him being who he is means people are drawn to him, for good and bad. Death threats for our wedding meant changing the big event planned, and for all extents and purposes, running away.

None of that matters now as I'm oiled up and ready to perform for the only man I love. My body glistens in the light, his hands covered in oil as they fix the collar around my neck. I'm pretty certain I can't dance without it anymore. He takes his sexy arse to the bed, sprawls out in the centre and drops the lighting. A soft melody starts from the speakers, just enough for me to warm up my muscles. The beat flows through me and my movements get more exaggerated, sexier. My hand grabs the pole and I make the first spin. Hooting and cat calls filled my ears when I did this for a living, nothing else filters through my focused mind. In a crazy way, it encourages me. So now Knox gives those sounds of encouragement. I spin until the whole room is a blur. What I see doesn't matter, it’s just a series of movements I perform in rapid succession. I don't see this how Knox does. He's often recorded me so I can see how I look, dancing naked and collared around a pole and I'm not sure how I do it. But when I'm doing it, my body just knows what to do.

One last flip and I land, arms raised, chest heaving in and out for breath.

“I will never get bored of seeing you do that.” Knox applauds me. “Come here, Mr Thayer.”

“Say that again,” I order. “I will never get bored of hearing you say that.”

“Getting bossy, are we, treasure?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, get over here and fuck yourself on my cock boy.”

I saunter across to him, but as I crawl up the bed, he raises a pair of cuffs. Knox fixes each one around my wrists, pulling my arms behind my back.

“How am I supposed to fuck your massive cock now?”

“Use your imagination,” Knox orders.

Like a disorganised novice, I lean forward over his cock. My dancing already has it swollen and erect. It still tries to escape from me as I lap around his head. My fingers open and close as I imagine how much easier this would be if I could steady him at the base. Finally, I capture him, planting my mouth over his bulbous head to stop him escaping again. Now I have to face fuck him without letting his cock escape from me. My tight abs allow me to crouch forward like this, but Knox has no intention of making this easy for me. He tugs on my leg, dragging me around until I am lying across his chest. If he thinks he's helping, Knox is very much mistaken; lying across him makes this twice as hard as before. Sucking him down is easy enough, but lifting my shoulders up enough to raise back off him is more of a challenge. Knox doesn't care if I'm doing a good job, flicking the cap on the lube bottle. One wet and delicious finger strokes between my legs, leaving cold and distracting trails across my skin. What was hard, is now impossible, and that's half his bloody plan. Lifting one leg onto his shoulder gives me easier movement, and it gives him better access. I need prepping more than he needs sucking.

Chapter fifty-three

Knox

Iholdthebaseof my cock still as Porter tries to mount my hips without his hands for balance. I've stroked sufficient lube across me to ease his access. As Porter balances above my shift, I angle towards his hole and allow him to slowly sink over my cock. He slowly descends onto my length until his thighs rest on my pelvis.

“I really do love you,” he breathes.

“You love me, or you love my cock inside you?”

“Yes,” he agrees.

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