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“Shhh.” He ran his nose up the side of my face. “That’s not going to happen.” His hands worked the Stefan Hamilton buckle on my belt as he whispered, “Is this okay, baby?”

“Oh fuck, yes.” I breathed the words against his cheek as his warm breath washed over my ear.

“Good.” He got the belt and button undone, unzipped the fly, and pushed my trousers down. My briefs followed, leaving me standing just in my socks and black button-down, my stiff cock bobbing free. “Let me take your mind off your worries for a bit.” He kissed me again, deeper this time, drawing a growl from my throat as I plucked at his jeans, wanting him naked.

He batted my hand away. “Not yet.” He sank to his knees and elbowed my legs apart until I was at the perfect height. Then he blew cool air on my cock before opening his mouth and taking it down the back of his throat as far as he could manage in one slow swallow, making the difference up with his clever hand.

“Holy fuck!” I gasped and reached for the back of the couch to steady myself. “Warn a guy next time. I take it we’re skipping foreplay?”

Hunter made a choked sound like a laugh, then went back to blowing my mind while I leaned against the couch and tried to last longer than thirty seconds, which was no mean feat considering the man sucked like a fucking champ. But I gave it my best shot, wrapping my free hand around his jaw and neck so I could feel his throat work. I fucking loved that.

He worked me over until I was seeing stars, lost in the wet heat and sexy slide of his mouth and tongue, my dick aching for release. Then he stilled and his gaze shot up to mine, and I almost came at the sight of him kneeling there with my slick cock shoved deep in his mouth, his lips swollen, saliva dripping, the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen.

He tugged on the back of my thighs and raised a brow.

Oh, hell yeah. “You sure?”

He winked and tugged again, and I didn’t need to be told twice. With both hands wrapped around his head, I thrust into his mouth. He gagged a little but kept a tight hold on my thighs, keeping me in place. And so I did it again, and again, the hot squeeze on my dick sending bolts of pleasure racing up my spine.

“Oh goddamn, Hunter.” I thrust again, and again, keeping my eyes locked on his. “You’re so fucking sexy like that.”

He scooped some saliva from the side of his mouth and slipped his hand between my legs to press on my hole. He teased for a few seconds, rubbing back and forth over the tight muscle, all the while watching my face.

And then he pressed inside.

White light shot behind my eyes. “Shit, shit. I’m almost—” I screwed my eyes shut and gritted my teeth, slamming into Hunter’s mouth as he fucked my arse with his finger, in and out, cock, finger, finger, cock, until it all merged into a single ball of pleasure that exploded in my groin and I shot down his throat with a strangled cry, pulling out in the final seconds to paint a burst of come all over his gorgeous face.

Fuck, he looked beautiful, totally and utterly debauched with saliva and come all over his swollen lips and thick stubble.

His finger slid from my arse and he collapsed back on his heels, breathing hard. I immediately sank to my knees and took his face in my hands, grinning at the sight of my come slashed across his face. “Jesus, look at you.” I smothered him with kisses and licked him clean, before pushing him onto his back on the floor and curling up beside him.

“I think we should patent that mouth of yours.” I hummed contentedly into his armpit, which made him chuckle and shiver, and he hauled me up onto his chest. “We could make a fortune.”

“Is that right?” He tipped my chin up for a kiss. “I don’t want to make a fortune.”

I looked at him and grinned. “Somehow, I believe you.”

He shrugged. “In this business, you see enough wealthy, unhappy people to last a lifetime.” He trailed his fingers down my cheek. “Youmake me happy, Alec. And fuck if that doesn’t blow my mind. I watched my parents’ marriage disintegrate over too many years to count, and then after Steven, I thought I was done.”

I took his hand and gently kissed his fingertips. “I’m sorry you went through all that.”

He smiled and kissed my forehead. “But then you came along and scared the fuck out of me. But I’m not scared anymore. I want this. I want you. That’s all I know.”

I studied those kind brown eyes, still-swollen lips, and the sharp angle of his jaw. I loved every rough and gorgeous centimetre of it. “I want this too.” I lifted my face for a kiss and his lips slid over mine before we both fell silent and let our racing hearts slow.

A few minutes later, we dragged ourselves off the floor and into the shower where I rimmed Hunter until I was sure his shouts would have the neighbours banging on our door. Then I took us both in hand and finished him off with my tongue down his throat.

And when we were dry and dressed in nothing but towels, we ate tagine and couscous by candlelight, with Six60 singing in the background, and talked about anything and everythingexceptDarcy Fenchurch. We talked until our eyelids drooped and we fell into bed, leaving our phones in the lounge—close enough to hear a call but too far to check on impulse.

Hunter curled around my body like I might disappear in a puff of smoke if he didn’t pin me down, and I was more than happy to let him. Tomorrow wasn’t going anywhere, and I’d take whatever peace and happiness I could grab from the night.

We both knew it wasn’t going to last.

CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE

Hunter

I wokein the dark cool hour before sunrise, minus any covers, and with Alec sprawled face down on the bed beside me. He was snoring softly, his head buried under his pillow, his arm stretched over my bare chest, my nipples pebbled in the chilly air. Muffled footsteps crossed our ceiling from the apartment above, followed by the sound of water running and the slam of a door.

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