Oscar did the only thing that made any sense. He placed his hands on Ambrose’s waist, tilted his face towards his lover, and reached up to kiss him. A kiss in the dark, hidden in a small broom closet, and yet the best damned kiss of his life. Ambrose slid his hands down the wall, using one to hold the back of Oscar’s head—God, he loved the way Ambrose’s huge hand wrapped around his neck like that—and with the other, he slowly traversed down Oscar’s body. Oscar sighed into Ambrose’s mouth, muscles trembling with anticipation.
“Should I continue?”
Oscar wanted to say yes, but there was one thing better than yes. “What are your intentions?”
“I intend to—” Ambrose’s mouth hovered next to Oscar’s ear, hot air sending shivers over his skin. “—suck you until you come down my throat, and then to worship you every day for the rest of my life.”
“Oh.” The rest of his life. Goodness.
“Do you want me to do that?”
“On one condition.”
Ambrose went completely still, and Oscar suddenly realised that his teasing might have overstepped.
“I want to be only yours. I don’t mind if you marry Miss Moreton to help her out, but I think we should be very clear about how we go forward from here.”
Ambrose relaxed against him with a big shudder. “Thank Christ. I thought you were going to ask me to let you play with others at your club and I don’t think I could cope with that. I know I messed up by not talking about my failed attempt to marry Lady Lavinia. I’m sorry.”
“I think it’s fine. I was very confused and perhaps I jumped to the wrong conclusion. I assumed we had something special and to read that it wasn’t like that at all, well, it was quite upsetting.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to fall in love. I didn’t intend it. It just happened and then it scared me.” Ambrose’s voice was so low, slightly muffled as he buried his head against Oscar’s neck.
“If I’m honest, it scares me too.” He had only just realised that he could have a life away from being a boring bank clerk who had to hide everything about himself, and now Ambrose existed. “It’s terribly inconvenient.”
“Because of the law?”
Oscar blinked. “Obviously I have to consider the law every day, given what I do for a living...” It would be so easy to use the law as an excuse. “No, this is inconvenient because I’d only just discovered how incredible my life would be, running a club like this, exploring all the different ways I could find pleasure, and now I’ve gone and ruined all that freedom by falling in love with an Earl.”
Ambrose coughed. “Do you really want to spend the rest of your life being fucked by many different people?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.” Now that it’d been said out loud, the idea lost its appeal. It’d been great at first, but in that first month he’d also experienced many men who’d been boring, and the fucking had been unfulfilling. “Actually, no. I don’t want that. I want to be with someone who can guarantee me a good time, who challenges me, who stands up for others when they are in trouble, and who will never bore me.”
“When you find this paragon, you’d better hold them tight.” Ambrose lifted his head and Oscar wished it wasn’t so dark in here, because he just knew that Ambrose’s amber brown eyes would be sparkling. There was something so special about that moment when Ambrose stopped being stern and teased himself a little.
“I will.” Oscar wrapped his arms around Ambrose and held him as tight as he could, burying himself against his lover, his love. “I didn’t expect to find you, and I definitely wasn’t looking, but I’m so glad that I did.”
“I think you’ll recall that you approached me.”
Oscar chuckled. “For a quick fuck. Not for a life of loving each other.”
“You love me?”
“Yes.” It was the truth, bare and inconveniently timed.
“Well thank Christ for that.” Ambrose sank to his knees, nuzzling at Oscar’s cock, and together they undid his trouser fall. Heaven. Oscar was in heaven as Ambrose’s mouth slid over the head of his cock and down his length. If he was going to commit to only one mouth on his cock for the rest of his life—and he was—he was glad it was this one. Ambrose’s skill was the reason he’d agreed to one month of fucking, but it was the words he spoke with his mouth, and his actions in helping others, that convinced Oscar to stay. He lifted his hand, blew a kiss into his palm, and pressed it against Ambrose’s cheek. They were opposites in many ways—tall and short, Earl and commoner, stern and ... Oscar didn’t think it was too arrogant to say that he had a happy disposition—but being together with Ambrose simply worked. This man, who was trying his absolute best to make Oscar come, was the one Oscar wanted to be with. He rested his head against the cupboard wall and focused on appreciating the attentions to his cock. And when Ambrose cupped his balls, he closed his eyes and let the sensations surround him, flying close to glory until he came. Ambrose, just like he’d promised, swallowed it all down, then stood to kiss him once more.
“Every day.”
“Yes. Every day we will explore ... what was it you said?”
“Exploring all the different ways I could find pleasure.” Oscar gasped; he didn’t need to do that with a lot of random people, many of whom would be disappointing. He could do it with Ambrose.
“Yes. Let me give you that.”
Oscar was greedy. “I want that and your love.”
“You already have that, my wonderful joyful Mr Mardin.” Ambrose kissed him and it was everything. Eventually Ambrose lifted his mouth off Oscar’s bruised lips. God, he was going to look a right mess when he emerged from this cupboard, and... he realised he didn’t care. Being in love and being loved was worth every sideways glance.
