SHEP
THEO WAS MADDENING on a good day, but right now that mouth had pushed me past my limits. If he wanted me to shut him up so badly, he could do it on his knees.
I glanced up and down the hall and spotted a door across from us, so I shoved him through it.
All I saw before shutting us into the small space was an infuriating smirk on Theo’s lips, and then the room went dark.
“I didn’t think it would be you forcing us back into the closet—” he started before I gripped his jaw, cutting him off.
“I told you,” I said, flicking open the button of my pants with my free hand and shoving down the zipper, “to shut the fuck up. And since you can’t seem to do that”—I pushed him down onto his knees in front of me—“suck it.”
Theo’s face brushed against my erection behind my boxer briefs as he settled in at my feet, and even though the room was dark, with only a small stream of light from the bottom of the door, I slammed my eyes shut.
I shouldn’t be doing this.Weshouldn’t be doing this.
But I’d already opened Pandora’s box once—what difference did a second time make?
Theo’s warm breath heated my dick as he traced me with his mouth, sending a shot of lust through my body that had me reaching out to steady myself on the wall, preparing for the onslaught.
“If you’re going to imagine someone else’s mouth getting you off, I won’t waste my time.”
I opened my eyes and looked down to faintly see Theo sitting back on his heels, no longer touching me.
I blinked, trying to bring him more into focus. “What the fuck?”
“Keep your eyes open and on me,” he said. “Wouldn’t want you mistaking me for King.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” He shifted back up to his knees and curled his fingers beneath the band of my briefs. “Eyes on me.”
I growled as his taunts hit their mark and reminded me of why we shouldn’t be doing this in the first place.
King.
He was always there, but fuck, he shouldn’t be. It wasn’t like I wanted him anymore, not after the epic rejection and everything that had transpired since. He just lingered in my head and in my body, an ex-lover I couldn’t seem to shed.
Maybe that was exactly why I needed this forbidden moment with Theo. I wasn’t with anyone. Neither was he. We were both unattached, horny as hell, and in the same place at the same time. And after my last conversation with King—fuck him.
My jaw tensed as I narrowed my eyes down at the man on his knees, freeing my aching cock and waiting for my answer.
But I was done talking.
I reached down and gripped his jaw, applying enough pressure that his lips parted, then I shoved forward, sliding in deep and hard. One sure thrust and I was at the back of histhroat, and Theo—that greedy bastard—swallowed me down like he’d been waiting for me.
He’d been pushing me at every opportunity, goading me into this very moment. And as I stared down at the thick hair swept back from his angular face, I realized it had only been a matter of time.
Theo was a stunningly attractive man—not one I’d ever allowed myself to look at, not that way, but there was a reason he was on the top fifty bachelor lists right alongside me.
The only problem with this handsome royal was that he was a royal fucking nightmare. Whether it be his actions, his mouth, or his give-no-fucks attitude, Theo was an itch I shouldn’t be scratching.
Why couldn’t I have gone and found some nice single guy at a club for the night? Hell, a nice single guy at thewedding? Instead, I’d hooked up with the one person I shouldn’t. The one person who was…
…sucking my dick like he’d win a medal for his performance.
Theo wrapped a hand around my cock while he used the other to rub between his own legs, and damn, I wanted to watch that. I wanted to see him get himself off while he got me off.
Knowing we didn’t have much time, I slid my fingers into the longer strands of his hair and drew his lips off me.
