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He pursed his lips as if considering it. Then he smiled sweetly. “I love it.”

“Good. But back to my original question: Are you cold?”

He shook his head. “Not at all, surprisingly. I’m just fucking turned on.”

One glance down his body confirmed that.

“And I’ve gotta say, the fact that you’re still fully dressed when I’m completely naked is so fucking hot, I can barely stand it.”

Seemingly in contrast to his words, I reached for the hem of the hoodie I still wore and peeled it off my arms, laying it beside my leather jacket and Tris’s clothes. Then I pushed up the sleeves of my cornflower blue sweater. Tris shivered again.

“Hell, Angel Baby—you like that?”

He nodded, staring at me. His dick twitched as he did. “Forearm porn at its finest.”

I choked out a laugh. “Excuse me, what?”

His eyes flicked up to me as he smirked. “Forearm porn.” He reached over and started trailing his fingertips along my skin. “These veins, this ink . . .” Now I shivered. “God, Henry, you’re so fucking sexy.”

Gratified, I found his gaze again. “Thanks, Tristan.”

I returned the favor, running my own fingertips along the unblemished canvas of his torso.

“Perfection,” I whispered. “Have you ever thought of getting a tattoo?”

When all I heard was a soft exhale, I flicked my gaze up to his. He was staring at me wide-eyed, mouth slightly open. Then he finally answered me. “I haven’t.” His gaze intensified then, focusing on me with an unwavering certainty. “But you’re making me rethink that.”

I shivered again, lost in his eyes. “You’re already gorgeous, Tris, and you’re perfect exactly as you are. But fuck, a tattoo would be hot.”

He just nodded.

After a moment, I blinked, taking a deliberate step backward. “Okay, we need to move this forward. I could stare at your naked body all night, but I’d rather pleasure every inch of it with my tongue.”

“Fuck,” Tristan breathed. “Yes, please.”

I tipped my head behind us and to my left. “Get on the bed. And hands off your dick. It’s mine now.”

He tipped his head down and looked up at me beneath his eyelashes. “Yes, Daddy.” Then he ran over and fell back on the mattress.

Chapter nineteen

Tristan

Iwatched as Henry’s ravenous eyes took in every visible inch of my bare skin. His perusal felt so much different than it did during my live streams, when I knew hungry men—and likely people of other genders, too—were salivating over my body. This was way more intimate, more real, and every part of me ached, longing for his touch. His tongue, his lips, his hands, his dick—I didn’t care. I just needed his body against mine.

“Daddy, please,” I begged when he made no move to get closer. “Get naked with me.”

I half expected him to push back, tell me that he made the rules, but a different fire sparked in his eyes by the light of the streetlights beyond his wall of windows. And it made me think he wanted something else as well, even if he wasn’t ready to voice it.

Maybe he wanted me to lead tonight.

He recovered quickly, and I pushed the thoughts aside. Surely he didn’t want me to command him, turn the tables, treat him like my boy—but god, the thought was tantalizing.

Something to think about later. Because right now, Henry was a vicious, delicious predator as he slowly peeled off that fucking sexy-as-hell sweater, the white T-shirt underneath, his brown boots, both socks, and finally, his jeans. The sight of his massive dick made my hole flutter at the memory of him inside me, and I definitely wanted to feel him again. But I intended to stay here with him for days, the entire weekend if he was willing, so we had time. Perhaps we could explore something a little different right now.

If I couldn’t be his Daddy for the night, maybe I could top him.

My eyes widened at the thought. Would he be up for that? Had he done that before? I swallowed hard as he slowly approached the bed, his gigantic dick leading the way. I was so out of my depth here.