Page 71 of Strawberry Kisses

“Babe, you’ve rendered him speechless,” said Taylor. “So I think that’s a yes.”

“Good.” Connor burrowed into my chest. “You’re very comfy. I think I’ll sit here and watch Levi.”

Miss Fortune was saying something, and the audience laughed, but I wasn’t really listening. I was just staring in awe at the man in my lap, who could command the attention of an entire room with a roll of his hips and the clack of his heels. Who oozed pure sexuality and perfection and could probably have any man he wanted. And whose first thought after his performance was to come and find me.

“You were incredible,” I whispered as Miss Fortune began introducing Levi, who had appeared from the back and taken a starting position between the poles. “Truly. I’ve never seen anything so amazing.”

“Thank you, darling,” he said. “I’m glad.” Then Connor leant in closer as Levi’s music kicked in. “Are your jeans a little uncomfortable? Because it feels like they might be.”

I felt my face heating because, of course, Connor had noticed that despite my best intentions, I’d gotten hard during his performance. It had been difficult not to. I wasn’t a saint, and watching my boyfriend grinding against the floor in the tiniest shorts I’d ever seen was bound to have an effect on me. I gave the tiniest of nods, trying not to give myself away to the others.

“Good,” Connor said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “I can’t wait to take you home and show you exactly how grateful I am that you came to support me tonight.”

“Thank you. And, um, perhaps…” I trailed off suddenly wondering whether the request that had popped into my head was weird and ridiculous. It probably wasn’t something I should be asking here even if no one was paying us any attention. Connor shifted in my lap, his ass grinding against my erection, and I bit back a moan.

“Tell me, Patrick. What do you want? There are no stupid requests or stupid questions.” I wasn’t so sure about that, but I knew Connor wouldn’t judge.

“Would you…” I dropped my voice until the words were barely there and Connor virtually had to press his ear to my mouth. “Will you wear your boots when you fuck me?” My skin burned as I forced the words out. Connor turned his head, and even in the dim light I could see his hungry grin.

“Oh, darling. Yes, yes I will.” He kissed me, deep and hard. “I’m going to make you feel incredible.”

There was a small cough from beside us and we both turned to see Taylor giving us a raised eyebrow. I didn’t think he’d heard me, thank God, but he’d definitely noticed that something was going on.

“Can you not fuck in public please?” he asked in a withering tone. “Please keep it in your pants until you get home.”

“That reminds me,” Connor said. “You and Simon can have my flat to yourselves tonight. I put fresh sheets on my bed and the sofa bed in the guest room so you can choose. I’ll go stay with Patrick, then we can meet at Annie’s for breakfast tomorrow.”

Taylor sighed, then laughed. “Well, at least I won’t have to listen to you.”

“See?” Connor said with a grin. “Aren’t I nice to you?”

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

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