Page 24 of You & I, Rewritten

Looking over at him now, he is the epitome of a just-laid man. He’s got one muscled arm draped lazily over his eyes, barely hiding the flush of his glistening skin in the dim light of the candles. His lips are swollen and irritated from the friction of our scruff and his normally meticulously styled hair is now wild.He is stunning.

I reach over, opening my nightstand cabinet and retrieve my favorite polaroid camera. I quickly straddle him before he can object, pressing the shutter button to capture this moment in time forever.I could literally stare at this man all day.The print ejects from the device and I put it on my nightstand, waiting for Graham’s beautiful form to appear.

“What are you doing?” he asks as I have the camera still to my eye.Click.“Would you knock that off?” Graham bucks his hips under my weight, grabbing my hips now.Click. “Oh my God, Will! Quit it!”

“Make me,” I tease. Finally gaining leverage, he has us rolling over, and Graham’s very toned, very naked body is suddenly on top of mine. He’s smiling down at me, his gaze filled with amusement and a contentment I could get used to.Click.

“Alright, my little shutterbug, that’ll be enough of that!” he says, trying to steal my camera while laughing. “I think I can confidently assess you are in fact a fan of photography,” he states, his toned body still on top of mine.

“You would be correct in that assessment.” I push off the bed slightly to steal a kiss which he happily returns. “It’s something that just makes me happy…I like capturing moments that make me smile.”

His hands begin slowly roaming my body, stopping to grip my hardening cock. “Hmm, I have something in mind that’ll certainly make you smile,” he says, leaning down and sucking on my lower lip. “But…you're going to need both hands free, so why don’t we put this thing away…” I moan as he glides his hand over me.

“Yes, sir,” I exhale as I all but throw my camera clear across the room, feeling him laugh before his lips claim mine once more.

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I could barely sleep last night.

Glancing over at my clock, I see it’s a little too early to get out of bed but definitely not worth trying to force myself back to sleep. Graham’s warm and deliciously naked body is entangled with mine and as the memories of last night play on a loop, sending my brain into overdrive and consuming my every thought, I can’t help but grin in astonishment. Last night was pure magic…the date, the kiss,his body…it was like a dream.

He stirs, pulling me tighter against his chest. “Good morning, sexy.” His voice is a deep whisper against my ear, sending chills down my spine. Rolling over, his arm still wrapped around me, I’m met by Graham’s dazzling smile and the most adorable bed head I’ve ever seen.

“Hi,” I say, giving him a quick kiss against his jaw, a more prominent shadow having appeared magically overnight.

He’s even sexier…how is that possible?

I bury my face in the crook of his neck, shielding him from the very real possibility that I have the world’s worst morning breath, as he squeezes me tighter, his body shifting slightly against mine. Is that? Yup.Morning wood.

“Last night was…” he starts, pressing himself against me,holy shit…I most definitely didn’t dream how impressivethatwas.

“Agreed,” I say, playfully biting his neck as he trails his hands down my back, giving my ass a squeeze. As much as I would love to spend the rest of eternity wrapped in this moment with a naked and horny Graham, wedohave to start getting ready for the impending workday. “Are you hungry?” I ask, afraid to pop this blissful bubble.

He brings my mouth to his, letting his lips linger as he plants the softest kiss. “Starving.”

“Well come on…let’s get you something to eat!” I rip off the covers, forcing us to face the day’s reality, and jump out of bed…instantly regretting this decision when I see him lying there, fully naked and on display.

“And coffee!” I throw a pair of sweatpants at him which he quickly puts on while laughing—the thin, gray fabric doingnothingto hide his drool-worthy bulge.

Once we are both fully clothed and semi-presentable, I open my bedroom door to the sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Klair is sitting at the kitchen island, a large coffee mug in hand and a cocked eyebrow at her best friend quietly emerging from behind closed doors with Graham in tow.

She puts her mug down, crossing her arms as a wicked grin flashes across her face. “So, do we all walk to work together or…”

CHAPTERELEVEN

How the hellam I expected to focus on anything other than the fact that I woke up to a deliciously naked Graham Austin this morning? Forget about providing helpful edits or replying to emails, the only thing my mind seems capable of stringing together is an erotic montage of last night’s, um,festivities.

The burn of Graham’s scruff when our lips finally met.

The strength behind his inescapable grip as he pulled me closer.

The tightness of his…

“That good, huh?” Klair nudges me while plopping down on my desk, her question rudely interrupting the mostnot safe for workdaydream I’ve ever had.

“I don’t think there are words to describe justhow goodlast night was,” I admit, knowing there is no confession between us that would ever be over the line. “It was without a doubt the most mind-blowing sex in the history of sex.”

“Oh, I heard—”

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