Page 57 of Protecting his Heart

He led the way into the living area where the coffee table had been covered with a tablecloth and two lit candles stood on each side.

“A candlelit breakfast. That’s new,” Evan said, dropping to the floor cushion where Owen indicated.

“Only the best for you. I’ll be right back.” He jogged back to the kitchen, and Evan took out his phone, taking a photo of the setup. He had no intention of showing anyone what Owen had done, but he wanted a reminder of the effort he’d put into it.

“Here we go. The breakfast of champions. Well, brunch. Or even lunch, as it’s nearly midday.”

“Wow,” Evan said.

He took a slice of breakfast quiche, a spoonful of fried vegetables and some toast. There was more than enough to have several portions of each. Taking a bite of the quiche, he moaned as the flavour burst over his tongue.

“How did I not know you could make a quiche like this?” he mumbled.

Owen’s cheeks flushed. “Well, I can’t. Mum made it for me. Us.”

Evan smiled, though his cheeks were full of food. He swallowed. “It’s the thought that counts. Maybe we can practise making it together one day.”

“I’d love that. For some reason, I’ve never been very good at quiches.”

“You make up for it with the other stuff you cook.”

Owen grinned, chewing his food. “So,” he said once he swallowed, “I do have a couple of other plans for today, but as I was making breakfast, I had a thought that maybe you had plans. I hadn’t taken that into account. So, do you?”

Evan sipped his orange juice and tilted his head back and forth. “Well, yes, and no. I had an idea for something we could do, but we don’t have to if you want to do something else.”

“What is it?”

“A walk and a boat ride on the Thames.”

Owen’s eyes lit up. “I haven’t been on a boat ride since I was a kid. Yeah, we can do that. Do you have tickets already?”

Evan nodded. “Three o’clock.”

“Awesome. Well, do you want to know what I have planned, or would you prefer to be surprised?”

“Surprise me.”

Owen grinned. “Okay.”

They chatted as they finished breakfast, and once Owen had cleared the plates away, he straddled Evan’s lap as he sat on the sofa.

“I want to get you off again,” Owen murmured into their kiss.

Evan grabbed Owen’s lower lip between his teeth and pulled it away from his teeth before letting go. Owen’s breathing increased, and Evan slid his hand up Owen’s chest to wrap loosely around his neck.

“No. My turn.” He tightened his hold, and Owen’s eyes widened. “You’re going to come while I’m deciding if you can or can’t breathe.” Owen’s pulse beat a rapid tattoo against his palm. “You like that idea?” Owen nodded, but Evan raised an eyebrow.

“Yes…Sir,” he gasped, inhaling deeply when Evan released his hold a little.

“Good. Get your cock out for me.”

Owen scrambled to do as he’d asked. When Owen’s already-leaking dick hung between them, Evan wrapped his hand around it, wanting to bring him to the edge as quickly as possible. Not send him over, just bring him to the edge. He repositioned his hands where he wanted them—one curved around the side of Owen’s neck with his thumb across his Adam’s apple, the other encircling his dick.

He stroked the length, twisting when he got to the head, and rubbed his thumb up and down his neck. “Shall I make you come?” he asked.

“Please, Sir.”

The next time he twisted his hand, he tightened his hold, restricting Owen’s air supply and focused solely on the bundles of nerves beneath the head of his shaft. Those same nerves that sent Evan over the edge in bed that morning. Two can play at that game. Owen wrapped his hand around the forearm close to his neck, his nails digging into Evan’s skin, his mouth opening as his face deepened in colour. Evan stroked his palm down, tightening his grip on his cock but loosening it on his neck. Owen gasped, his hips jerking.

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