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His grin starts to return. “You do realize being with a man means eventually you’re going to be the one on your knees, right?”
“I know.”
His eyebrows rise. “You’re telling me Duncan Murphy plans on having a cock in his mouth?” A laugh slips out of him. “No panic? No existential crisis about what that means?”
“Why would I waste time trying to label it? I want you. That’s enough for me.”
His smile disappears, and he looks away.
“I’ll never be a dirty little secret, Duncan. You’re a public figure. There’ll be backlash. The press will tear you apart, and sooner or later you’ll decide it’s my fault.”
“I’m not hiding you from anyone.”
“You say that now.”
There’s no sarcasm in his voice this time. He genuinely expects me to regret choosing him, and nothing I say tonight is going to convince him otherwise.
“You’re right. I can tell you whatever I want tonight, and you have no reason to believe me yet.” I tighten my arm around his waist. “I’ll have to prove it.”
Before he can answer, I shift him beneath me on the leather seat and brace myself over him. Surprise flashes across his face, but he makes no attempt to push me away.
Headlights streak across the tinted windows as traffic passes outside, but Nash keeps his eyes on me while I push his shirt up his stomach. His muscles tighten beneath my palm, and for once, there’s no smart-ass comment waiting for me.
I lower my mouth to his skin and work my way higher. His breath catches as I reach his chest, and I close my teeth around one nipple, tugging gently on the piercing until a moan slips from him. I do it again before moving to the other, enjoying every sound I pull from him as my hand travels back down his stomach.
When I reach the waistband of his jeans, I remember the red lace he wore last night. I want to see what he chose tonight. I open his jeans and start pulling them down. The corner of Nash’s mouth curls upward as he watches me.
“Playing chicken with a gay man?” His voice is low with amusement. “You’ll lose every single time.”
“Who’s playing?”
His smirk lasts until his jeans reach his thighs and blue silk comes into view. The jockstrap leaves very little to my imagination, and the little shit watches my face the entire time, waiting to see what I’ll do.
I run my hand along his thigh and move closer. Whatever reaction Nash expects from me, he won’t get it. I wanted him last night, and having him half-undressed beneath me only makes me want more.
Chapter 15 Nash
Holy mother of all fucking fuck. Duncan Murphy—the Duncan Murphy—isn’t bluffing.
My back arches off the leather seat when he grips the bands of my jock and starts pulling it down. This was supposed to be a game. I push, he backs down, and I get to prove everything he said last night was a fantasy that went a little too far. Instead, every time I push, Duncan comes closer, and now he’s between my legs with his hands on my hips like there was never any question he’d end up here.
He looks up at me. “If you don’t want this, say so now.”
Of course he leaves the decision with me. Even after everything he’s said about me being his, he gives me the choice when it actually matters. I could stop him, climb out of this limo, and keep pretending last night meant nothing beyond the scene, but his hands are on my bare hips, his face is inches from my cock, and I want to find out just how far he’s willing to take this.
“No, Daddy. Keep going.”
Duncan slides the silk the rest of the way down my hips, and cool air barely has time to touch my skin before the heat of his mouth replaces it.
“Oh, fuck.”
My fingers curl into the leather seat as his tongue moves over me. I was so fucking certain he wouldn’t do this. Getting me off with his hand last night was one thing, but this is Duncan putting his mouth on me for the first time, and there isn’t a trace of hesitation in him.
His tongue circles the head of my cock before his lips close around me, pulling a moan from my chest as he works his way deeper. His gag reflex catches him, but instead of stopping, he pulls back, adjusts, and tries again.
I slide my fingers into his hair while his mouth moves over me, and the bastard is already figuring out what works. Each pass takes me a little deeper, his grip tightening around my hips while his tongue and lips do things that make it nearly impossible to remember this is the first time he’s ever done this.
Holy fuck. Duncan Murphy is actually sucking my cock and judging by the way he goes back down on me, he has no intention of stopping until he gets exactly what he wants. My balls tighten far too soon.
