But I didn’t think so.
I was finally able to admit that there was something different about our connection. If he were only with me for the money, he wouldn’t have been as upset by the ups and downs this week as he had been. I’d seen his frustration when I’d dismissed him. He had to be used to being dismissed by other powerful men, but it was different with me. At least, I liked to think it was.
I sat up and rolled him onto his back, pressing him into the mattress with my hips. “I want you. Badly.”
His eyes warmed, and his cheeks darkened. “Then what the fuck are you waiting for?”
I kissed him again, happy to lose myself in him, his body, his fucking undimmable light.
We kissed and touched each other like teenagers, grinding our cocks together and feeling each other up without going any further. As if we had an unspoken agreement to make it last as long as possible.
By the time I was ready for more, Jett’s neck was streaked with red, his heaving chest and audible breaths the best rewards for my efforts.
“You’re killing me,” he murmured. “Please.”
I reached down to shuttle a hand over his cock. Our clothes were long gone, and all of his bare skin was irresistible. I thoughtback to the first time he’d blown me in my kitchen, when I’d thought of him as an easy mouth.
Liar. You never thought of him that way.
Jett’s face tightened with desire so strong I had to close my eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His lips brushed my ear. “Then why aren’t you lookin’ at me, Johnny?”
If I opened my eyes, saw the affectionate, open look on his face, it would change everything. I knew it as well as I knew my own name. My family legacy.
The Paxis code.
“Can’t,” I said, giving him a lazy smile instead.
The low sound of his laugh moved through me as his mouth continued teasing me. “Liar,” he breathed against my skin.
Every part of me was engaged and wanting. It wasn’t just my skin itching for his. My cock thickening for him. But also my chest pulled tight with need. My gut twisted up in him.
“Jethro,” I murmured.
“I like it when you call me that,” he said.
“It’s your name,” I said, knowing maybe it wasn’t. From that very first night at the Candy Bar, he’d introduced himself as Jett, as if Jethro was a fake name he’d put on his employee paperwork and then forgotten about.
Could that be it? Could that be the reason so many details about him didn’t add up?
“Mm.”
I opened my eyes to look at him. “Tell me.”
His smile was strangely off. If I hadn’t been so aware of him, I might not have noticed.
“Baby,” I said, feeling the truth of it. The plea and the cracked-open chest of it.
He tucked his face into my neck. “Yes. That. Definitely that.”
I moved through the motions of loving him like I was two people. One handled the physical side. Lube, stretching, sucking his cock until his eyes rolled back in his head and he was begging me to get inside him.
The other made sure he was turned on, out of his mind with pleasure. Protected. Adored. Safe and satisfied.
His body squeezed hotly around my cock as I thrust into him from above. His knees bent up toward his shoulders, his toes already curling.
“So fucking sexy,” I couldn’t help but say. “So hot. Such a good boy for me.”
