Page 39 of Shift Change

I started to rest my head on his chest, but as I shifted, my cock dragged against his thigh. A jolt of raw pleasure shot through me, stealing my breath.

“Oh God,” he whispered, turning toward me until our cocks lined up, heat pulsing between us. Only two thin pairs of underwear stood in the way, doing nothing to dull the friction.

“Yeah.” My voice was barely there, a whisper of want.

“Fuck, Dog.” He rolled his hips, rubbing his cock along mine in a slow, deliberate grind that had both of us groaning. The pressure built with each pass—slick cotton dragging over sensitive skin, the rigid lines of our dicks catching and sliding like we were made to fit this way.

His eyes were heavy-lidded and glassy, his lips parted. Every sound he made lit another fuse inside me.

“Feel that?” he asked.

“All of it.” I was on fire. My cock throbbed with every heartbeat, the heat spreading low and deep until it felt like my body couldn’t take another second without combusting.

He rocked against me again, slower this time, drawing it out. “Let’s get these shorts off,” he said, but neither of us moved. We were too far gone, caught in the thick, electric haze of desire.

“Okay.” I backed away, every cell in my body screaming at me not to.

“Can I do yours?” he asked.

That might’ve been the hottest fucking sentence ever spoken. “Yeah, but I get to take yours off.”

“Deal.” He shoved the comforter aside, and it hit the floor with a soft thump.

I rolled onto my back, my pulse thudding in my throat as Holky crawled beside me. His touch was featherlight, but the second his finger traced the skin above the waistband of my boxers, I shivered like he’d run ice down my spine.

He raised his eyebrows with a cocky grin. “Ready?”

I nodded. He was about to be the first guy to ever see me hard, and we were way past the point of pretending this wasn’t happening. Still, it was to take the edge off, right? We’d slow things down again after this, wouldn’t we?

“You’re so hard I can see your dick throbbing,” he said, eyes sparkling with mischief. He dragged one fingertip along the length of my shaft through the cotton.

I arched off the bed with a strangled moan.

He grinned like he’d unlocked a cheat code. “Feel good?”

I flopped back down, chest heaving. “Like you couldn’t tell.”

“Let’s get these off, then.” He hooked his fingers under my waistband and paused, looking into my eyes. “I can’t believe we’re doing this, but it feels so fucking right. You’re too fucking sexy to resist.”

My heart pounded, but he still didn’t move to pull them down. Instead, he leaned in, stopping just shy of my mouth. His breath ghosted over my lips.

Neither of us spoke; we didn’t need to. The tension between us was drawn to the breaking point, and when our noses brushed, my breath caught. I parted my lips on instinct.

The kiss hovered, a heartbeat away.

Someone knocked on the door, and we both froze.

“Quiet,” I mouthed. “They’ll go away.”

But they didn’t. After more knocking, they started banging on the door.

“Jesus,” he whispered. “Is the hotel on fire?”

I shook my head and put a finger by my nose.

“Answer the fucking door, Dog.”

The voice shattered the moment like glass underfoot. I flinched, and Holky jerked his head away. We both blinked as if we’d surfaced from a dream.

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