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He wastes no time reaching for his dick, jerking it rapidly.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, panting. His mouth falls open, and he comes with a silent cry, cum spraying between us, hitting his chin. I follow him right over, my dick throbbing out my release and filling his ass as he clenches me tight.

My body goes limp, and I bury my face in the crook of his neck to breathe.

His hands come around me, gentle fingers running up and down my spine. I’m so relaxed, but my brain is going crazy. All I can think is that I’m totally gone for this guy, and I have no idea how that happened. Because it wasn’t supposed to. Yet, here I am acting a way I never thought I’d be, and I’m not even mad about it. Just… surprised.

Theo deserves kindness. He deserves to see the good things in people, because I feel like he didn’t get that from anyone. Not from his family, anyway. I guess I didn’t really either, not since my father passed, and maybe that’s why I know how much it’s needed. Maybe I want someone to see the good things in me and appreciate them instead of taking advantage of them or brushing it off because it’s my job. Maybe I just want someone to love me for me.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Theodore

My phone dings in the middle of me and Tobias watching a movie. I glance at it absently, but my stomach drops when I see it’s a text from Marianne.

Merry Christmas, sleepyhead! Just wanted to let you know we landed safely in New York. I’ll call you later. Xoxo

I unlock my phone and clear the notification. She thinks I’m sleeping, so I’ll message her later.

“This is an interesting movie,” I say, as Santa stabs someone in the eye with a Christmas star.

“It’s my favorite Christmas movie,” Tobias answers with a smile, reaching over to take my hand.

He said he doesn’t do the relationship thing, and we’re supposed to be friends with benefits, but he’s doing a lot of relationship-like things. Holding my hand, kissing me, beinggentle. All things that never mattered much to me before, but are now everything.

“So, what are we doing for dinner?” he asks.

“Well, I hadn’t thought of that yet.”

“It’s nearly three.”

“Are you getting hungry?” I ask in a voice you’d talk to a child in.

Tobias chuckles, and says, “As a matter of fact, I am.” Gripping my chin, he pulls me to him, kissing me firmly, his tongue sliding into my mouth. “Maybe you can ride me and take my mind off it.”

“I can do that,” I breathe out, our eyes locking.

“Go get the lube and come back naked.”

I get off the couch embarrassingly fast, hurrying into the bedroom to get the lube and shuck my clothes. When I get back to the living room, he’s naked too, lazily stroking his dick. I stop in my tracks to take in the sight. Tobias is a work of art. Each dip and crevice of muscle and soft spots are perfectly placed. I’ve never seen a more attractive human in my life. He must feel my gaze on him, because he glances at me, smirking when he sees me watching.

“You good?”

I nod, walking toward him.

“You sure you’re ready for this? You’re not too sore?”

“Not too sore.”

My body knows he was there, but I’m not in pain. He was careful and made everything feel good. What I do feel is adelicious reminder of what we did, and if we do it again, that reminder will last longer.

I straddle his lap, leaning down to kiss him, and whisper, “I want you to fuck me so much, I never stop feeling it.”

His eyes fill with lust. “I can arrange that,” he rasps out, hands sliding up my thighs.

Tobias makes things easy because I trust him to lead me in the right direction. I trust him to take care of me, which is why I’m so comfortable being myself and doing what feels good. Thrusting against him, I grind my dick against his. He settles back, smiling up at me.

“Do as you wish,” he says. “Show me what feels good for you.”

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