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Madison grabbed my forearms for support, kneeling high enough to give me space to move.

I entered him with growing ferocity, the intensity reflecting in my desperate desire to feel as much of him as I could. I did. He tightened around me, his lips forming a devastating O, eyes widening, hole clenched hard around the base of my cock. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Keep doing that.”

So I did it again, sliding into him and out, thrusting myself no deeper or harder than before, but the way we held on to one another intensified.

“Fuck, Bradley,” he croaked. “You’re making me…oh…” He held his breath, bit his lip, and surrendered just a moment before I lost all control as well. His hand let go of my forearm, and he wrapped it around his cock, barely touching it before a stream of hot, white cum shot in ribbons across my chest and stomach. His hole pulsed, tightening and relaxing rapidly around my cock as I penetrated him faster, my orgasm catching me swiftly and breaking everything in its path.

My muscles spasmed, dick pulsing and filling the condom with cum, making Madison’s voice rip free from his throat and his mouth open wide. “Fuck,” he cried, letting go of his cock and grabbing my hand. He leaned down, pressing his lips hard against mine, kissing me like I had never been kissed before.

When I slid out of him, he moaned into my mouth and lay on top of me like he would rather be here than anywhere else in theworld. He held me, kissing me softly, holding me, running his fingers through my hair.

I had discovered the true meaning of bliss. I had discovered the sort of joy that I hadn’t believed I was ever destined to have.

The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the city beyond the windows, muffled and distant as if the world had melted away. Madison lay half-draped over me, his head resting against my chest, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles over my skin. I hadn’t realized how much I craved this kind of closeness until it was there, filling every empty corner of me I’d ignored for so long.

“Okay?” Madison said softly, his voice edged with amusement.

“Are you?” I asked.

“I’m perfect, Bradley,” he said. “I’m absolutely perfect.” He nestled in my arm and pulled me closer. “You were wonderful.”

I laughed, the sound rumbling beneath him. “Beginner’s luck?”

“Then I hope you stay a beginner forever,” he teased, shifting enough to prop himself up on his elbow. His hair was tousled, his lips curved in a smile so soft it made my chest ache. He looked at me like I was someone worth lingering over, like he’d found something here he hadn’t been looking for but didn’t want to let go of. It was dangerous—the way he looked at me. Dangerous because I believed it. And I felt it, too.

I reached up to push a strand of hair from his face, my fingers lingering longer than they should have. “This is…different,” I admitted. “I mean, for me.”

“I know.” His expression softened even more, if that was possible. “You made me feel wonderful, Bradley.”

His words filled me with a warmth I didn’t know how to process. I felt my lips twitch into a sheepish smile, but deep down, a thread of panic started to unfurl. Wonderful. For howlong? This wasn’t just a casual hookup for me, and I knew, without a doubt, that I was standing on the edge of something that could swallow me whole.

I tightened my arm around him, grounding myself in the moment. His weight, his scent, his breath warm against my skin—it was everything I didn’t know I needed. But as much as I wanted to stay here forever, I couldn’t shake the fear creeping into the corners of my mind. Madison wasn’t just any man. He was dazzling, untouchable in so many ways. And me? I was just a guy who poured drinks and kept his life simple.

He pressed a kiss to my chest, his lips lingering for a second longer than necessary, and I closed my eyes against the rush of feeling it brought. It was too much and not enough all at once.

What are we?I wanted to ask, but I knew the answer.

I needed to keep my head. But with Madison here, warm and real in my arms, I was already losing the fight.

CHAPTER 5

The Morning After

Bradley

When I wokeup in a strange bed and with a foreign feeling all over my body, it took me several heartbeats to remember where I was. A hotel room at the Orbit, the morning after the charity gala in the ballroom far below me, and with…

I looked around.

The other side of the bed was empty, the comforter pulled carelessly over the space where his body should have been. We had fallen asleep together, naked and holding one another as if neither had any plans to ever let go.

I’d known better, though. I’d known he would let go sooner or later. The disappointment that made my stomach feel hollow and uneasy was ridiculous and redundant. I had told myself that this would happen and that I would have no reason to grudge him.

Even so, my heart sank. Maybe some deeply hidden part of me had hoped for more than just sex. Had I ever wanted just sex, I could have had it. Everyone could score a random hookup, especially if you were a bartender at a popular queer den. Peoplecame to Neon Nights to have a good time, and being flirty with them was part of my job. But I had never followed through.

Because I don’t want to just have sex, I thought.I want to connect with another person. I want to hold him, have him, claim him for those few sweet minutes before it’s done.

Sex was a physical act no different from what I could do by myself just fine. And no different from what I had done with Ava. A mechanical motion, repeating itself until the job was done. No. I wanted someone who would set my heart and soul on fire and leave me gasping for more, not because the work was hard but because they simply took my breath away.

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