Raw possession.This man is mine.
The pull of my impending orgasm.It feels so fucking good.
And the deceptive temptation to imagine these feelings could last.It’s just sex, Sullivan. Stop imagining more.
But I couldn’t stop. Because now that I had him, I imagined what it would be like to keep him. To slip back into his body whenever I wanted. To hear him break apart. To provoke him and tease him and accept him until his mask fell away for good.
“Come for me, dammit,” I growled.
I needed this to be over. I needed to run. To get as far away from this temptation as possible. To reinforce my walls, build them deeper and higher, and keep these dangerous fantasies at bay.
I let go of his hand and moved my fingers to his hole, where I traced the edges of his sensitive rim, tugging the taut skin where our bodies connected.
That was all it took. His surprised cry vibrated from his body into my chest, setting off my own release and throwing all of my previous thoughts into the wind like scattered confetti shot from a cannon. I moved my hand back around to grasp his cock, and his warm release coated both of our fingers as I thrust deep inside of him one last time.
Adrian’s body shuddered as he bit off murmured curses into the sheets. He was sweaty, rumpled, utterly undone, and there was nothing I wanted more than to gather him in my arms and hold him.
My throatburnedI wanted that so much.
Still, I began mentally preparing my excuses.
“It’s okay, you know,” he said softly. “I won’t hold you to your promise. You can go.”
I hadn’t even climbed off him yet, although I’d slipped out ofhim already as he’d shifted and straightened his legs. My damp chest was still pressed against his back.
“Not leaving,” I said, annoyed that he thought so poorly of me.
Yes, I recognized the hypocrisy. But I’d be damned if I was going to give him the satisfaction of finding me that predictable.
The easy rumble of his laugh annoyed me even more. “Okay then. Stay.”
“Don’t need your permission,” I said peevishly, shoving away from him against my gut-clenching need to stay as close to him as possible. “Need I remind you, you already invited me to stay? Ordered me to, even?”
He turned and glanced at me over his shoulder, his quirked-up lips finding amusement in something I couldn’t identify. “Easy, tiger. You’re very welcome to stay. I’d like you to. But don’t do it because you promised. Don’t do it forme. If you want to go, go.”
His ass cheeks were ruddy from the hard fucking, and I couldn’t resist the urge to make them even redder. So I slapped his ass, hard. “Shut the fuck up and get in the shower. You’re covered in jizz.”
Adrian’s easy laugh followed me into the bathroom. I started the water and wet a cloth before reaching out to wash off the front of him while we waited for the water to warm.
“You taking care of me, Maddox?” he teased, allowing me full access without reaching for the cloth.
I focused on the tightening of his abs as I moved down his happy trail. His flaccid cock hung down his thigh, still plenty thick and sticky at the tip. I imagined kneeling down and taking it in my mouth.
“I’ll take that as a no,” he said.
I glanced up at him, blinking away my wayward thoughts. “’S’only right. After all, I’m the one who caused the mess.” I shot him a wink that made him roll his eyes and let out another laugh.
“Mm, but maybe you’re the one who needs taking care of,” he suggested. “Ever consider that?”
Once we were under the spray, I closed my eyes and tried getting a hold of myself. But Adrian’s easy acceptance of my presence, his casual intimacy, especially his recent words about taking care of me stirred up memories I’d buried. Memories of Michael leaving. The contrast between the two men was impossible to ignore.
“I can’t do this anymore, Maddox. The grief, the responsibility with Maya, the business. It’s too much. I need a break. Hell, Ideservea break. It’s a lot.”
“Hey,” Adrian said softly, all traces of amusement gone from his voice. “What’s happening right now? You look a million miles away.”
I opened my eyes and saw his furrowed eyebrows, the sincerity and concern in his eyes. Adrian’s large hands cupped my face, and he’d tilted my face toward his.
“Sorry,” I said, clearing my throat. “Just remembered something I need to do at the store.”
