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Apollo’s lips flap together like he’s a fish on sand. Drawing in a sharp breath, he moves back a little, lost for words. His eyes dart across me, bewilderment tugging at the arch of his brow.

“You don’t have to ‘make up’ anything to me. Not like this. I’m not a client. Just… Is this really how you want to do it, or do you want it to be more like last time?”

He keeps staring at me, speechless, and I can’t help feeling frustrated at that. Because he shouldn’t be. He shouldn’t look at me with this confusion and hesitation.

“Hey,” I sound to get his attention, brushing my thumb against his cheek. I guess he needs a slight push. “You must’ve wondered how it would feel to be on the other side of the coin in this room, right? What you would’ve done to someone if you had the choice.”

Finally, that distressing uncertainty disappears, and another emotion comes forward. A spark. A hungry little spark he can’t, or maybe doesn’t care to, hide. He blinks, almost like he’s making sure my expression stays the same after seeing his reaction.

Sucking in his lip, he tentatively runs his finger across my shoulder.Oh, he wants to. He really wants to.I finally recognize the fundamental aspect that was missing this entire time: theneedin his gaze. Before, he was performing only with the intent of producing that emotion in me, completely disregarding his own.

“Maybe,” he whispers slowly, and I see gears spinning behind his eyes as he imagines all the things he’d like to do. It brings a smile to my face.

“Let’s do it. But remember, we don’t have forever.”

That familiar confidence returns to him, only now it seems somehow more genuine. Apollo puts on a crooked, wicked smile that sends shivers down my spine. “I guess I’ll have to narrow it down then,” he says, his gaze quickly turning dangerously mischievous.

Chapter 16

Apollo

Idon’tknowwhymy chest feels the way it does. Like it was a tiny metal box before, but now expanded into an endless open field. Looking at him, I realize Kobe did that with one simple question, and that knowledge shakes me up.

No one’s ever asked me that before. Definitely not around here. Not…not even Jasper. What I wanted to do. What made me comfortable.

I bite down on the inside of my cheek and push the stupid sentimentality away. Now’s not the time for it. Especially not with Kobe underneath me, presenting his ass to me in anticipation. Smiling, I run my fingers down his spine. The wide muscles on his back tense and ripple under my touch.

He looks so perfect like this, kneeling in front of me, his arms stretched out and tied to the hidden hooks within the bed’s heart-shaped headrest with a black silk ribbon. I’ve been tied up with it, yet somehow it seems to have been made for Kobe. It’s hard to imagine anyone else there, and I don’t want to imagine anyone else.

My trailing fingers end up on the curve of his ass. I find myself paralyzed by the amount of choices. Just fucking him like this, like I did last time, doesn’t seem as appealing. Not when I can do whatever I want.Whatever I want, I repeat those words to myself, feeling a tickling buzz spill through my body as I do. There are so many options. So many ways I’d like to see him.

We don’t have much time. Make this worth it.

I hear him let out a small, needy gasp once I move my hand away. I glance toward the chest of drawers with the music player on top, and my mind goes wild.

“I’m going to turn you around,” I say, and help him. The hooks inside the frame of the bed can twist to allow all sorts of positions. Kobe looks like a newborn foal trying to readjust himself, but ends up lying on his back, slightly elevated by the thick fluffy pillow. When he lies there with his arms held above his head, I have to pause and marvel at how wide the muscles running on the sides of his torso and to just under his armpits are, creating that lovely V shape to his upper body.

I bite my lip, my cock swelling underneath the latex. Though not as much as when I look down at his rigid member and realize that the tip of it that glistens with droplets of precum is nearly the same color as the dusty pink surrounding us.

Licking my lips hungrily, I hop off the bed and go to the chest of drawers to the side. I feel his confused gaze on me as I open one of them and tap my fingers against the wood.

So much choice.I never thought about how much choice the clients have. Do they ever get as overwhelmed by the images of all the possibilities swirling inside their head?

Before taking my pick, I unzip the back of my bodysuit and struggle out of it for a few seconds.I hate that fucking thing.

Once I’m free, I let out a deep breath and stretch. Again, I feel his eyes, so I purposefully don’t turn around to deny him that satisfaction. Instead, I select a toy that might be a little too basic for me, but probably won’t be for Kobe. I have to take it slow with him. At least for now.

I spin around, holding the purple vibrator with a flared base in my hand, and watch his face go through several emotions in a split second. Pure shock at first—his eyes widen and his lips open slightly. Then confusion—those same eyes dart between me and the open drawer. After that, I notice his tongue roll inside his mouth and his back arching, as if in anticipation. And yet, when he gulps audibly, a part of me hesitates.

“Is this okay? Do you…want this?” I ask, momentarily sober from this erotic dream.

“I was just— I didn’t know there were toys,” he mutters, averting his gaze with that sweet, innocent shyness that makes me feel like a starved animal.

Grinning with my teeth out, I make my way to him. “Oh, there are plenty of toys. I thought this one might be a good start. It looks simple, but trust me, it can take you places,” I say while I crawl onto the bed. Kneeling in front of him, I watch with delight as he’s already opening his legs wider for me.

I press the little button and see Kobe’s cock twitch at the vibrating sound. He keeps flexing his toes against the fabric, and shifting his feet slightly to steady and settle himself, seemingly without success. With that sadistic glee only he seems to awaken inside me begging to be unleashed, I move closer, resting one hand against his knee. “Look at you, making a mess.” I shake my head after I make him lift his ass a bit for easier access and notice the small wet spot from where he’s been leaking slick.

The embarrassment mixed with desire on his face makes my heart beat tenfold.

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