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His hand caught Harley’s chin and brought his attention back. “Are you hard?”

Harley was helpless against the question. He wanted to lie, but that was impossible. “Yes.”

“Can I feel it?”

Oh,fuck. “Yes.”

Claude rose from the chair with a notable tremble in his legs. He moved to the one directly beside Harley, then spread his legs, leaning over the edge of the table. His hand fell below, moving, searching. Then, fingers landed on Harley’s thigh. He jumped a little and blushed harder when Claude smiled.

“If you ever need to tell me to stop?—”

“I’m not afraid of speaking up for myself,” Harley told him. That was true. It had always been true. People walked all over him when he let them, but he was also the sort of man who burnt bridges to ash to avoid them ever being crossed again.

Claude’s shoulders relaxed a fraction, and his fingers began to search again, moving up Harley’s leg to the point where he wanted to be touched most. His breath left his chest in a rush asClaude cupped him through his pants. His cock twitched hard, and he rocked his hips forward like he couldn’t help himself.

“I knew you’d respond to me,” Claude murmured. He gently stroked the palm of his hand over Harley’s dick. “You want me.”

“I thought I was incredibly obvious,” Harley said, his voice thready.

Claude slipped his hand around the back of Harley’s neck and yanked him close. Their lips were almost touching. “I was too afraid to hope.”

And then they were kissing again. Harley realized then his hunger would only be sated by Claude—by his touch, his kisses, his hands on him. Their tongues danced, desperate and needy. Claude moaned and pulled back, dropping his forehead to Harley’s shoulder.

“I want you.”

“I’m right here.”

“I’ll need a moment. A few moments,” Claude said. “I took something to help with…” He gestured toward his lap.

Ah. Harley hadn’t thought about it, but it made sense. “Take me to your bedroom. I can be patient for that, but I’m done waiting to be touched.”

Claude’s head lifted, and their gazes connected. “Go. My room is down the hall, second door on the right. Get undressed. You might have patience, but mine has run out. I’ll be in soon.”

Harley was trembling from head to toe, but his entire body went limp when, instead of letting him go, Claude pulled him in for another fierce kiss. It went on and on until his dick was leaking and his toes were curled. And only then was he released.

“Go,” Claude said again.

This time, Harley obeyed.

Chapter 11

Claude

Claude was off-kilter,and he’d never felt like this. Not since he was attempting to stand on trembling legs, unsure if he’d ever walk on his own again. Not even staring his ex in the face, waiting for her to explain why she was in his office bent over his desk, getting railed by his TA, had thrown him the way Harley did.

But this was good. It was all so good. The hunger he felt in his body for Harley surpassed anything he’d ever known. It had given Claude a rush of power, picking up Harley’s fork and feeding him. The act itself hadn’t been sexual, but the way Harley had gotten hard—the way he looked at Claude like he was willing to submit and obey—there were no words for the emotion he had in his chest.

He reached between his legs and felt himself. He was thickening—a slow, steady growth with each beat of his pulse. He still didn’t have full sensation in his cock, but he didn’t need it. Since his accident, he’d realized sex was so much more than just friction on his dick. It was a connection to himself in ways he’d never worried about before. And it was a connection to his partner, a focus on their pleasure, that made it feel so much more powerful than when he wasn’t disabled.

That was something he’d experienced so little of. A couple of times with Anabelle when she’d allowed him to be close to her.

One night had been so good he thought maybe their marriage had been saved. And then, a month later, he’d found her in his office with one of the people he trusted most in his life. But he knew now he was only fooling himself back then.

He would never be the same man she had married, and she had given up on them. Now, that night felt like a goodbye, and the memory was no longer painful. It felt like closure.

Her affair led to him being here, and right now, he didn’t want to think of a world in which he wasn’t given the opportunity to at least taste Harley.

To feel him.

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