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It was as incredible ashe’d imagined it would be. His dick was immediately enveloped inheat, tight warmth that squeezed around him, and he thought he’dshoot there and then.

“Easy, babe,easy,” he gasped between long, shallow thrusts. “I don’t want tocome too soon.”

“You shouldhave thought about that before you got me all fucking hot andbothered,” Damian growled, pushing back and forcing Jory deeper.“Now do what you promised and fuck me hard, damn you.”

“Bossybottom,” Jory grunted, but he did what he was told. The sound ofslapping flesh, Damian’s pleasured moans, and Jory’s heavybreathing transformed into a symphony of desire and intimacy, andJory didn’t want it to stop playing.

But he knew all greatmusic had to end. When the tingling in his groin and stomachstarted, coupled with the tightening of his balls, his orgasmplayed the final crescendo in their concert of seduction andlust.

Jory groaned loudly as hecame, his body jerking to the notes of his climax until he wasspent and sated. If he’d been the opening act, Damian was the mainattraction, and his trembling body, soft cries of pleasure, and theway his hand reached back and gripped Jory’s was a performanceworth watching. He wanted to repeat it, this time with Damianinside him.

“You’reheavy,” Damian mumbled as he turned over, pushing Jory off him. “Ilove having you close, but I need to breathe.” He smiledlanguorously. “Especially after the fucking you gave me.” Hissatisfied smile made Jory chuckle.

“I aim toplease,” he murmured. He removed the condom, tied a knot in it, andput it on the bedside table before getting comfy beneath thecovers. He pulled Damian over to him and his lover snuggled up, hishead of riotous auburn curls damp with sweat. “This okay? Not toowarm?”

Damian nodded, hiseyelids drooping. “Yup. Good, so good,” he slurred. “Love the wayyou smell. Like cake. Vanilla and lemon. So yummy.”

Jory wasn’t sure smellinglike cake was his aim when he wore his favourite Hugo Boss BottledNight Eau de Toilette, but if Damian liked it, it was good enoughfor him. He ran his fingers through Damian’s hair, massaging hisscalp gently. His lover mumbled something softly, something Jorycouldn’t quite make out as Damian’s mouth was pressed into Jory’sshoulder. He thought it might have been “Don’t stop” so hecontinued his ministrations until he heard a soft snore emanatefrom his now sleeping partner.

He planted a soft kiss onDamian’s cheek and settled down to sleep.

This feels soright, being with him. We need to make this more official. I know we haven’t knowneach other long but I don’t care. I want to keep him.

He hoped Damian mightwant to keep him too.

***

Jory’s phone rang atseven am, and he swore loudly and threw it across the room. Thenoise stopped.

“Not a fan ofearly wake-up calls, then?” Damian mumbled from the depths of theduvet.

Jory tunnelled fartherunder the bedding. “Who the fuck calls anyone at this ungodly hour?Especially when I have a warm man in my bed to cuddle upto.”

He closed his eyes andhadn’t been dozing for more than five minutes when the phone rangagain. Obviously, he hadn’t chucked it hard enough. He swore andclambered out of bed to fetch the phone. When he saw who it was, heswore more and slammed the phone down on the bedsidetable.

“Fuck, it’sRoger. Why the hell is he calling me at this time of the day? He’snot an early riser.” He sat on the side of the bed and rubbed ahand over his eyes. His phone beeped with a voicemailmessage.

“Perhaps youshould check,” Damian offered. “If he’s not usually up at thistime, it could be an emergency of some sort.”

Jory didn’twant to listen to the message, but Damian had a point. With a sigh,he got up to make them a pot of coffee. May as well have a cup while we’re awake and then we can getback to sleep. I’ll even give him a blow job… The idea made him horny and he palmed his bare dick as hestood waiting for the kettle to boil.

“Hey, leave italone.” Damian’s husky voice held a warning. “You need to bring itback to bed.”

Jory laughed and movedhis hand away. “Your wish is my command.” He made them coffee, thensat down, and dialled his voicemail, setting the phone onspeaker.

The first words sent acold chill down his spine and made bile rise in histhroat.

“Edge, RamsayHardin killed himself last night. You need to call me, pronto. Weneed to talk.” Roger’s voice carried through the room, but all Jorycould hear was Ramsay was dead. The fun-loving,thirty-something-year-old pop sensation, and someone Jory had knownintimately, was no longer.

Ramsay’s nameis in my diary. Oh God, please don’t let anything have leaked.Roger wouldn’t do that, would he?

His breathing grewshallow and he struggled to take in air. He was vaguely aware ofDamian behind him, his panicked voice asking if he was okay, andtelling him to breathe.

A cloud of darknesssettled over him like a swarm and he let it take him, down, down,into a spiral, until he heard no more.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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