Page 89 of Misconduct Zone

“You are fearless with your feelings.” I cup his jaw.

“I’m not. But I’m not an idiot who would trash our relationship because of my insecurities. Let’s make a commitment to talk about the bad shit even if it makes our balls shrivel up.”

A laugh startles out of me. “Your mouth.” My thumb traces the corner of his lips. “I promise to tell you the truth and not downplay my feelings.”

“Thank you. I need that. Need to be your equal.”

My heart skips a beat. “But you’re so much more than my equal. You have skills I’ll never possess. I hate talking to people. I am not a person who can put people at ease with a joke or make them feel welcome. Before you, I did not know how to enjoy life.”

“We complement each other. You’re calm and levelheaded, yet ruthless when someone hurts a person you love. My people-pleasing self can’t do that. Now it’s my honor to make sure you enjoy the fuck out of life every single day.” Dylon spins me around and places my hands on the tile. “Spread those cheeks.”

I do as I’m told, and he washes me, then drops down behind me. “Huh, contrary to what my family says, there isn’t a stick up here.” Dylon’s breath dances over my hole.

“It is not a stick I want up there,” I say, canting my hips toward his mouth.

“No? Tell me more,” he asks eagerly.

“Give me everything. Your tongue, fingers, and cock.” My painfully hard erection begs for attention.

“I did promise to thank you.” His tongue rims me, and we groan in unison. Dylon’s hot mouth sucks, nips, and fucks my needy hole.

“Fuck you here or in bed?”

“I…I cannot wait.” I recite hockey drills in my head to ensure I don’t come too soon as his fingers breach me.

“Fuck. You’re so hot like this. Ass out with your meaty cheeks pink from the warm water, your hole sucking my fingers in.” He kisses his way up my spine with his fingers thrusting in and out.

“Stop teasing me,” my breathy voice is not the command I intend.

“You can thank me later for stashing lube in the shower,” Dylon says, and I hear a cap pop open.

“You have my eternal gratitude.” I brace my arms and drop my head between them, staring at my leaking dick.

His tip grazes my hole, and I push back. A whine works its way up my throat, but when he slams into me, it transforms into a grunt.

I’m full of him, and the fear my body held hostage releases each time Dylon drives into me. He replaces all the things that could go wrong with his love and devotion.

“You’re mine, Lars Drakenberg. In private, in public, we’re forever.”

“You are the love of my life,” I say, choking on my emotions. His fingers will leave little bruises, lingering marks of proof of our love.

My declaration makes him feral, and he grips my cock. The orgasm that has been building rips through me, shockwaves of pleasure weakening my knees and exploding in my brain.

Dylon fills me with his cum, and we stay locked together, breathing each other in.

The water runs cold, and we’re forced back to reality. After drying off, we face each other under the covers, sharing a pillow.

“Skit, we should text Finn,” I say, unhappy with the responsibilities of an adult.

“Wait til he hears you couldn’t keep your lips off me.” Dylon reaches for his phone, and I curl his hair around my finger and sweep it off his forehead.

“I don’t have any regrets. Do you?” I dip my head to press a kiss to his shoulder.

“Never heard of regret.” His dimple takes over his profile as he types. “Oh shit.” He clicks a couple of buttons. “We missed an email from Mr. Dimon while we were occupied in the shower.” He bites his lip.

“On Thanksgiving? You Americans take this holiday seriously and close everything down. Is it bad?” I ask, implying it must be an emergency.

“He’s a workaholic. I’ll read it. ‘Happy Thanksgiving to my Enforcers family. I wanted to take a minute to express my gratitude for this organization and everyone in it. I had a vision when I took over of creating an inclusive environment, and I’m very proud of this team. I expected pushback or worse. But you are a group of extraordinary men and women, who I am proud to work with every day. I was sent a copy of the segment filmed at The Q Solutions to view before it airs. I am inspired by your willingness to stand up for each other and what is right. This is the bravest team in the league. Thank you for your dedication.’ And he signed it.” Dylon turns to me wide-eyed.

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