Page 83 of The Light Within

And there went Cinn’s heart, momentarily forgetting how to function.

Not the glasses.

Every time these damn glasses made an appearance, Cinn struggled to keep his eyes off Julien, let alone his hands. Between those, his tousled, windswept hair, and his crisp white shirt showing off a delicious amount of collarbone, it was a lost cause.

Cinn’s faded Red Hot Chilli Peppers band shirt suddenly seemed comically out of place in comparison.

The cocktails had stupid names like ‘Midnight Serenade’ and ‘Parisian Passion,’ so Cinn allowed Julien to choose. When it became apparent nobody was going to serve them up on this floor, Julien went to the bar, returning with two glasses of ‘Moonlit Rendezvous,’ so dark blue they were almost black.

Sliding back into the leather-lined booth, Julien went to remove his glasses. Cinn’s hand wrapped itself around Julien’s wrist before he knew what he was doing.

“No, keep them on.”

Behind the frames, Julien’s eyes widened, sparkling in the low light. “Do my glasses turn you on or something?” He smiled like the cat who got the fucking cream.

“No.” Cinn folded his arms on the table.

“Come here.” Julien patted the space next to him. For half a second, Cinn considered refusing, lest he feed further the smug princeling he now had before him. Inevitably, he gave in to the subtle commanding edge of Julien’s tone, and slid over.

As soon as their thighs touched, Julien climbed onto his lap, resting his knees on either side of Cinn’s hips.

Cinn’s pulse skyrocketed, the rhythm of his heart matching the increasingly rapid beats of the jazz music below.

Julien untied his scarf with one hand, removed Cinn’s beanie with the other, then scratched his nails in circles across Cinn’s scalp, coaxing ripples of pleasure to shiver through him.

Cinn leaned forward, taking Julien’s bottom lip between his teeth, opening his mouth to send his tongue gliding over his. A tight hand soon squeezed the nape of Cinn’s neck as Julien took control of the kiss, deepening it to devour Cinn as he ground his full weight against Cinn’s groin. The jazz bar around them blurred and vanished, leaving only Julien’s heat on top of him, and the rush of their shared breaths.

Breathlessness finally had them breaking apart.

Cinn panted, pressing his forehead against Julien’s. “I told you we should have gone back to the hotel.” As much as he was enjoying the background music, there were many things he’d enjoy even more.

Julien nuzzled against Cinn’s face, then made an ‘mmm’ noise against his neck before pressing open-mouthed kisses down the column of his throat. “Plenty of time for the hotel later.”

“Someone could come up any second,” Cinn hissed. Though he wasn’t a prude, he had some dignity. “They’ll see us.”

“Not if we turn the lights off.”

Above them, the vintage-style pendant lights flickered, producing a crackling sound.

“Stop!” Cinn pushed a hand against Julien’s chest. “Don’t break them, you dick. Some poor sod will have to change them.”

Against his palm, Julien shook with laughter. “See, this is why we balance each other out.” Julien smoothed out the frown on Cinn’s forehead. “You’re too good for this world. Lucky for me, I get to keep you.”

Just as Cinn was about to tell him that not making more work for people in shitty service jobs was basic human decency and didn’t make Cinn a saint, Julien mouthed a spot on his neck.Thatspot. The one he could never resist returning to, after he marked it their first night together.

Cinn moaned loudly before stuffing his hand in his mouth.For fuck’s sake.Julien hadn’t even touched his dick yet, and he was already losing control.

Julien’s tongue licked against his collarbone, making Cinn swallow down a gasp. “You know, there’s a hot tub back in our hotel room. With four walls of privacy,” Cinn hissed.

“Oh, we’ll definitely be getting use out of that, don’t worry,” Julien’s voice rasped as he unbuckled Cinn’s belt. “Now pull these down.”

Cinn could have told Julien no, but by now Julien’s hand was tracing the outline of his hardening bulge over his jeans. Every stroke sent fire racing through his veins, and it was all he could do not to grab Julien’s hand and shove it directly onto his dick.

Yes, his fate was sealed.

Sliding his jeans down to below his knees, Cinn lay flat against the plush, tufted-velvet sofa they were very potentially about to ruin. He grabbed Julien’s shoulders and pulled him down with him.

“You’ve changed your tune,” Julien murmured into his ear, before his mouth captured Cinn’s and his hand closed over the length of Cinn’s cock, and moved.

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