Page 109 of Except You

And it helped that he always reassured me before begging me to do it all over again.

But now that we’re home, I think I’m going to try and stay away from him for at least an entire day before getting back inside him. If I can make it.

I don’t think I was created to resist him.

“I know you’re some kind of sex king, but I’m giving you a break.”

He pouts as he pets Doggo, who looks ridiculous in his little knit sweater. We got him from Coop earlier, and as soon as we walked into his loft, we saw that Doggo had a new collar and was wearing an outfit. It made a laugh burst from me and Beau, Doggo happily wagging his tail at us both. Coop was not amused at the comments we made about Doggo’s new sense of fashion.

He got us back a few minutes later.

“Seems like you two had fun,” Coop snarked when he took in how Beau was walking.

My cheeks reddened and Beau glowered at his best friend while grabbing Doggo’s leash.

“We did. We had the best time.” Beau hesitated at the door and then glanced over his shoulder at Coop, who was grinning at us. “To be completely honest, he absolutely wrecked my hole.”

That comment had me nearly melting into the floor, and I grabbed on to my Bow-tie and rushed out of the building, Beau chuckling behind me.

That fucker.

And even through the embarrassment, I liked how he was bragging about me. I did wreck it. I did it so good.

My cock hardens in my pants at the memory. The panting breaths, sweaty skin, his hole enveloping my cock.

The way he sounds every time he comes.

Fuck. Me.

I’m a needy bitch.

“Listen here, Max. I don’t need a break,” Beau tells me as he stands up and places a hand on his hip. “I am perfectly fine to fuck at least once a day. Twice if we prep good.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t know about that,” I say and then pull him into my arms, kissing his nose and forehead, before attacking his lips. I’m sucking on his tongue and listening to him whine when my phone rings.

I step away and glance down to see a number I don’t recognize, but answer it anyways. It’s the movers confirming the date for this week. Might have jumped the gun on this one. Just a bit.

“Who was it?” Beau asks as I hold him from behind, kissing my way across his exposed shoulder, not wanting to admit to my hasty decision.

“No one.”

“It was someone. Do you have someone coming this week? An appointment? Something I should know about?”

My forehead rests on his shoulder and I sigh. Can’t keep the truth in. Just can’t hide it.

“The movers. They’re coming to get your stuff…on Thursday.”

“For fuck’s sake, Max,” Beau says with a sigh. “That’s a work day and I haven’t even packed yet. And honestly, it’s a bit fast.”

“I know, but you said your lease was up soon, so I wanted to expedite it. The sooner the better.”

Truth be told, I want his apartment closed up and the lease void by tomorrow, but I know I can’t move too fast. He seemed a little reluctant to give in to me in the first place. I don’t want him changing his mind completely.

“God, Max, fine. If you’re sure.”

Beau turns in my arms, those beautiful eyes looking up at me, and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I am sure. I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

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