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“You’ve been such a perfect boy for me, Sterling.”

He answers me with a grunt through gritted teeth and a firm jaw.

“So good waiting for me to come before you do.”

Another grumble as I keep riding his cock, not reducing my speed.

I place my lips close to his ear, grinding on him, driving him toward a release he’s trying to fight. “Come for me, Kajirus.”

He detonates for me in less than a fraction of a second. His hands find my hips and grip them so hard like he’s afraid my body will slip from his. He roars, head thrown back, his tempestuous eyes such a vivid shade of blue it takes my breath away.

His entire body goes limp when he’s finished coming, like he’s just endured running a marathon, and his body has given up and collapsed.

True submission is the most beautiful thing.

I pepper him with kisses on his lips, forehead, and cheeks before I start cleaning him up. He’s shaky, sleepy, and his limbs are floppy.

Removing the condom is easy, but trying to get his sweats back up when he’s a boneless jellyfish is entirely another.

I grab some orange juice from the fridge and a bottle of water before climbing onto the couch and drawing his limp body against me. His back leans against my chest as he slouches. He takes some juice, some water, manages to eat a couple handfuls of nuts before he leans back against me, tucks his knees against the back of the couch, and takes a nap.

Historically, I’ve tended toward passive sex toys. Living, breathing, fuck toys, but playthings all the same. When I met Sterling in the club I thought he fell into that category too, but the desire to see more of him, spend more time with him is unusual enough in itself for me to reconsider.

Realistically, I could walk into Protocol andfind any interested sub... something about Sterling is different, and I’m not sure I’m brave enough yet to figure out what that is, or if it’s simply wishful thinking. And the night we met, I didn’t want anyone else, I didn’t want any interested sub, I wanted Sterling.

I let him sleep for a while. Aftercare is paramount when it comes to the lifestyle. It’s not just a request, or a need, it’s something inherent in my body. A desire to take care of the person who has just shared an amazing experience with me.

My ex, Paul, wasn’t kinky in the slightest. The more I look back, the more I realize I was with him because he was someone Dad approved of. And as much as I should be ashamed for admitting this, I lived for Dad’s approval.

Usually, my time with a partner is not this. It’s not cuddling up on a couch, stroking his face while he sleeps, and whispering sweet nothings to him while his soft snores echo around my apartment.

This is new. And I don’t think I hate it. Maybe having something more wouldn’t be so bad after all?

It’s just over an hour later when he wakes up. It’s an hour after that when he leaves with a reluctant commitment that I’ll go to Thor and Addison’s house on Friday night for dinner with Jagger and Talia.

We both know I’ll probably bail on my obligation. It’s bad enough he talked me into a date but with other friends? People we both know? People he works with?

Christ. That makes it all very...official.

Maybe we should have coffee or dinner together first before I agree to a more public date? I don’t know. But when he leaves my house, all sexy and disheveled, the carnal smell of sex engulfing us both as he kisses me goodbye at my front door, I’ve agreed to see him again. And this time, the butterflies in my stomach might even make me follow through.

CHAPTER 12

Sterling

I had a great time yesterday. Thanks for coming over.

Nothing can bringme down today.

Not one little thing.

Yes, it’s a Monday morning.

Yes, I’m starting a new job with ulterior motives and a mind to tear down everything the bastard Blackwell and his family has ever built.

But I gotincrediblywell laid yesterday, by a gorgeous woman. I went to bed with empty balls, a full stomach, and a happy mind for the first time since Mom told me about that asshole Blackwell and what he did to her.

I spin around in my new chair, taking in my office. Once, twice, and a third time just for good measure because I can.

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