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My hands run up the material.

“Please.” I’ve never been so forward, never wanted to be, but I’m rewarded with a growl and Leo ripping his singlet off and blanketing me.

And my God, skin on skin, it’s heaven. Our chests slide together as he takes my mouth again in a brutal kiss. My hands run up and down his muscled back, over his shoulders, down his powerful biceps. His hands slip under my back and he hauls me up, pressing me closer to him. I spread my legs and push my soaking hole against his enormous cock confined in his jeans.

We rut against one another, mouths devouring, panting, our chests sliding together with our sweat. Our scents mingle in a haze of lust, of desire, of something deeper, something I refuse to name.

His tongue thrusts against mine in time with the way he’s thrusting his cock at my entrance, and it’s too much.

I throw my head back as I start to come. My cock pulses in the confines of my pants as my hole ripples with an orgasm that aches.

“Oh, Addie, fuck,” he pants out, and I feel it then too. The wetness of his cock as he shoves against me. His lips seal over my Adam’s apple, biting, sucking, muffling the growling sound of his groans as he comes, hips working powerfully as he shudders.

My body sags once my orgasm passes, and I’m crushed in his arms as he trembles through the last of his own. I tighten my hands on his back and hold him, hold him like I never, ever have to let him go.

He lowers me down gently once he’s got his breathing back under control, and I have to bite my lip to stop from begging him to stay, to never leave. My nest is saturated in his scent. I’m saturated in it. He covers me with his body, a comforting weight holding all of my pieces in place.

I listen to him breathe, my own breaths harsh like his, a rhythm between us as we both deal with the aftermath of whatever the fuck that was. Because that was too intense for a couple who didn’t even get their pants off.

Leo kisses my neck, turns his head from the crook between my shoulder and throat, and looks up at me.

I tip my head down to meet his eyes, and I’m met with the most disarming, shy smile I’ve ever seen.

“That was fucking incredible,” he says, eyes crinkling at the corners.

And I can’t help it, I laugh, because that there’s the real understatement of the century.

Chapter 6

Leo

“So, you’ll sleep now? In your nest?” I ask Addie again. Dawn light threatens from the high windows in Addie’s room. The brothel closes in two minutes.

“Yes,” Addie reassures me again.

My hands hold him close by his hips. I have my singlet back on, and my pants are wrecked with my own come and his slick. I don’t even fucking care. I’m not even going to wash them. My boots never came off and neither did our pants—I spent the night worshipping Addie’s mouth, his nipples, his chest, throat, and rubbing off against him.

“And no one else will come in here?” I ask as evenly as I can.

“No one but the people who work here are in this place during the day,” Addie says.

I nod, reluctantly. I don’t want to leave. I want to sleep here with him. But Addie says I can’t, says it’s against the rules. And if I were thinking with my right mind, I’d recognise how fucking obviously that’s the case.

I slide my hand up to his neck and squeeze. Then I lean down and press my lips to his in another kiss. It’s deep and I try to tell him everything with it—I love you, please come with me, please.

Addie meets me, his own lips desperate on mine as he goes up on his toes. I haul him closer and lift him. His tongue tangles with mine, and I slip my hands down to his perfect ass to drag him in impossibly further.

I break the kiss to tell him to leave with me, but he speaks before I can.

“You have to go.”

I pant against his lips, swallow down my impulsive reply. I can’t accidentally force something on him again, but the prospect of walking out of here without him is driving me dangerously close to the edge.

So I say, “Promise me you’ll see me tonight. You won’t … you won’t …”

Thankfully, Addie gets it, but not without shame spiking in his scent when he says, “I won’t, and I promise.”

“No, Addie, I don’t mean it like—”