Page 229 of The Blame Game

Dom had come so far.

While a man wearing an earring was symbolic of nothing more than a man who liked to wear earrings, they were both aware of how it would look to most of the world. If Shea wore it when he and Dom were together, people would assume certain things about them.

Shea reached up and touched his right earlobe. “I guess I’ll have to find a piercing place soon.”

Dom smiled. “We’re in a five-star hotel. I am sure they can bring someone here.”

“I’m sure they can,” Shea agreed, still feeling a little stunned by the gesture.

“You like it though?”

“Yeah. I love it.” Shea turned it over. “It looks so much like the one in the photoshoot. How did you—”

“I spoke to Charlie. He helped me track down an identical one.”

“You’re incredible,” Shea whispered.

“No. Just in love. C’mere. Please.”

Shea carefully tucked the earring into the oyster shell, then closed the lid. He set it aside and went into Dom’s arms, kissing him.

Dom kissed him like he’d never stop, slowly and deeply, so thoroughly Shea could feel it in every part of his body, like Dom was imprinting himself on Shea.

Like he was making sure every cell in Shea’s body was tuned to him.

The kiss quickly turned heated and Dom fumbled with Shea’s trousers. He dragged Dom across the room and they stumbled toward the bed, falling onto it in a less than graceful heap, laughing as they tried to strip each other.

“I thought we were supposed to stay awake,” Shea said still smiling a few minutes later as Dom pressed him down onto the mattress, their bodies bare.

Expression light and happy, Dom kissed his jaw. “Who said anything about sleeping?”

Shea laughed again and threaded his hands through Dom’s hair, tilting his head so they could kiss some more.

But a thought popped into his head and he drew back, licking his lips. “Hey, wasn’t there a pearl necklace in that photoshoot too?” he teased.

Dom laughed and nuzzled his throat, pressing a kiss to his collarbone before giving him a filthy look. “I’ll give you a pearl necklace any time you want one.”

Shea laughed and swatted him. “Not that kind. I mean, yes, that kind too but …”

“Well, I’ve gotta save something for our first anniversary.” Dom kissed Shea’s pec. “And what about the fifth. And the tenth …”

Shea smiled, feeling content and secure, their future laid out so hopefully in front of him. “And all of the ones to come …”

Dom awoke slowly, head a little muzzy with sleep and jet lag but deeply content.

The light spilling in the window was honey gold, the same color as Shea’s skin above the crisp white sheets.

They’d had sex. The kind of slow, lazy sex they’d never had time for before. Slow touches and sweet kisses. Whispered words and Shea’s mouth on his cock, working him over so slowly he ached.

Shea’s tongue in his hole and then his cock, filling Dom until he couldn’t take another moment of the slow, sweet pleasure.

Crying out Shea’s name and then watching him lose control too, lips parted, face slack with heady pleasure.

Skin damp with sweat, sliding together as they basked in the afterglow, staring at each other in wonder.

Now, Dom wasn’t sure if it was still morning or if they’d slept until late afternoon. Hell, for all he knew, they’d slept through the night and it was the next morning, though he doubted it, because his stomach wasn’t rumbling with need.

But it didn’t matter, did it? They had plans for the week, but nothing that couldn’t be rescheduled.

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