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“He’s really hot.”

Like she had to tell me.

“I know.” I chuckled, hanging up and crossing over to the bed.

Yuriy was on his back now, rubbing at his eyes, hair a tangled mess, expression soft with sleep. I sat beside him and leaned down, brushing a gentle kiss against his mouth.

“Was that Yelena?” he murmured, voice gravelly.

“Yes.”

“Told her I cried myself to sleep?” he muttered.

I traced a slow line from the bridge of his nose down to the tip, my voice quiet. “Yuriy.”

He groaned and rolled toward me, dropping his head into my lap. “Sorry. I can’t help it. I’m an asshole.”

A laugh slipped out of me. I threaded my fingers through his hair, combing through the knots. “True.”

“Very comforting,” he said, face pressed to my thigh.

“With me, you never have to be anything else but yourself. I can handle you.”

“I know. You take my dick really well.” He grinned lopsided, eyes closed. “Damn, now I can’t stop thinking about how you rode my cock last time.”

“Does this happen often? You wake up thinking about sex?”

“The truth? Fuck, yeah. You sure you want to be with such a horny man like me?” He pulled apart the blanket from his naked body, displaying his erection, long and thick and veined.

“You already know I’m up for the challenge.” I took him in the palm of my hand and stroked him from the tip flowered by barbells to the base. Heat radiated off his skin and seeped into my palm. “How are you feeling now?”

“You keep that up, and I’m going to feel fucking amazing in another minute.”

Not exactly what I meant, but I let it go. For now. He’d already opened up to me earlier. I’d wait until he wanted to talk about it again.

When I tightened my grip on him, Yuriy’s breath hitched.

“Stas…” His voice rasped against my thigh, low and rough, almost a growl. He curled his fingers in the sheets, knuckles whitening as he shivered. “Don’t tease me right now. I can’t take it.”

“I know.” I smoothed my free hand over his jaw, feeling the fine tremor racing beneath his skin. “I know exactly what you need.”

He tipped his face toward my palm, nuzzling into it like he’d been starved for affection. Like he didn’t realize he could have all the affection in the world from me. His lips brushed the base of my thumb.

Slowly, deliberately, I shifted down the bed.

His breath stuttered.

“Stas…” he whispered.

I slid my hands along his hips, grounding him, anchoring him to the mattress with a quiet dominance that made his entire body tighten beneath my touch. His hand flew to my hair, threading in, tugging once, hard enough to betray how badly he wanted this, how desperately he needed someone to take over for a moment.

“I know.” My voice was soft, steady, unshakable. “Let me take care of you.”

I’d never thought about sucking off Yuriy before, but the act came naturally. I knew what he wanted, but my need to give it to him was even greater. His head fell back against the pillow, eyes drifting half-closed, lips parting on a shaky exhale.

The moment I touched him, wrapped my lips around the swollen head, his entire body bowed off the bed. His breath broke into a helpless, choked sound that went straight to my spine. I poked my tongue out, licked around the jeweled tip, then traced a path along his length, savoring him. His hand tightened in my hair, a silent plea for more. His breathing turned ragged, crashing into me like an orchestra. And then, all at once, I took him as deep as I could.

His shaky moan cut right through me. His thighs quivered, tensing under my grip, as he tried to buck into my mouth. But I held him down, determined to go at my pace. To build him up and push him right to the edge before letting him shatter.