Page 11 of The Boyfriend Gamble

“Yeah, I suspected.” I met his gaze. “Do you think you want to top or—”

“Yes, that. Please. If you don’t mind.”

“Oh, sweetheart, that’s how I prefer it.” Nothing in the world made me happier than when a guy was nailing my prostate. I snagged his T-shirt. “Let’s get you naked.”

“And you?” His eyes brightened. “Because a bathing suit is sexy, but—”

I pressed my lips to his.

He cupped my cheeks as he enthusiastically reciprocated. His kiss was unschooled, but I didn’t care. We could work on finesse.

Practice.

We had all the time in the world.

Because I wasn’t ever prepared to let him go.

And yeah, that should’ve felt weird. Yet, as I tugged his T-shirt off him, the rightness of this settled. This wasmyTanner. I knew so much about him and was eager to figure out the rest.

He snagged the edge of my T-shirt and yanked it off me. Then he reached for my zipper.

I let him. Usually I was the aggressor, but I wanted him to take this at his speed. Whatever he wanted, I’d give it to him.

He lowered my zipper, then gently shoved my pants and underwear down. Carefully, he took me in hand and squeezed.

I moaned. “Yeah, sweetheart.”

His chuckle amused me.

“You know, I’m not a complete virgin.”

I cocked my head.

“I might’ve given a couple of blow jobs to cadets from RMC.”

“See, I knew it.” My eyes narrowed. “Does Cam know?”

His eyes went comically wide. “Uh, Nita doesn’t even know.”

“And have you ever been on the receiving end?”

He shook his head.

“Well, we’ll just have to rectify that.” I unzipped his shorts and pulled them down along with his boxer briefs. “How about you lie on my bed?” Before he could answer, I pivoted to the bed, grabbed the pile of clothes, and hauled it over the far side. “Laundry later. I promise the sheets are clean.”

“I wouldn’t care, Kade.” He laughed. “I’m naked. With the man I’ve loved for about fifteen years. You think I care about clean sheets?”

His words halted me. “That long?”

He tried to shrug.

I stood before him, and grabbed his cheeks. “I’m sorry, Tanner, that I didn’t see.”

“But you see now.” He blinked. “And maybe before wouldn’t have been the right time. Now, though…”

“Yeah.” I snagged his hand and guided him to the bed, saying a thank you to the laundry gods that I’d done a load three days ago.

He lay in the middle and I proceeded to give him the first blow job he’d ever received.

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