Page 34 of At His Wife's Behest

“You’ve said you haven’t been with a man in a long, long time.”

“No, but… I have a drawerful of partners I visit nightly. A couple about equal to your size. I’ll be just fine.”

Connor released a breath, a thrill racing up his spine. A smile impossible to stop spread over his lips. “Noted.”

Kellan rose on his toes and pressed a kiss to Connor’s lips. “Are you going to stand here all night with that sappy smile on yourface or are we going to do this? I’d like to get going before the liquid courage wears off.”

Connor’s smile faded. He captured Kellan’s chin. “Why do you need liquid courage?”

Kellan didn’t answer him.

“If this isn’t what you truly want…”

“I want,” Kellan responded, stiffening.

“We don’t have to cross that line if you’d rather not.”

Kellan sighed, pulling away.

Connor stopped him, pulling them together again. “Talk to me, Kellan.”

Kellan bristled. “I’ve… I’ve never.” He chuckled. “I’ve only engaged in oral sex before. No man…” He cleared his throat. “… has fucked me before.”

Connor smiled, caressing Kellan’s cheek. “I’m honored.”

Kellan sneered, clearly embarrassed. When Connor lifted his gaze again, one finger on his chin, Kellan looked away.

“Why the embarrassment?”

“I’m a thirty-six-year-old virgin.”

It was Connor’s turn to scoff. “We’ve had sex all week.Andyou have a daughter.” Abigail was his, wasn’t she? He suddenly had doubts.

“But not…” Kellan shook his head. “Ananalvirgin, then.”

Connor chuckled. “I get to pop that cherry, hmm?” The toys had technically done that, but he’d take the credit if it was left to be taken.

“Yeah,” Kellan said, leaning close and nuzzling his neck. “Pop my cherry, baby.”

Connor’s eyes drifted closed, the kisses hungry. It set off the simmering need he seemed to have all the time when around Kellan. “If you don’t let me take you home before kissing me like that more, I might have to deflower you here in the middle of the street.”

Kellan chuckled, pulling away. “Fine.” He grabbed Connor’s hand and tugged him forward. “Hurry up.”

Connor smiled, allowing Kellan to lead a brisk pace back to the villa. Once behind closed doors, Kellan spun, rising onto his toes to capture Connor’s lips. The banked fire erupted. Connor dug his fingers through Kellan’s silky strands, sliding his hand to hold the man closer before taking over. Kellan whimpered, surrendering to Connor’s dominance.

He backed Kellan to the stairs before lifting the man and tossing him over one shoulder.

“Woah,” Kellan cried, grasping above Connor’s hips to steady himself. “What’s this?”

“You said you didn’t want me to be careful. The opposite of careful is rough.”

Kellan’s body shivered against him.

“Sounds to me you like the idea of rough,” Connor said before arriving at the top tread. He stalked toward the bed they’d shared all week and stood by the side of it, yanking Kellan’sshoes off and tossing them across the room. Then, he deposited his lover into the middle of the bedding. Standing back, he gauged Kellan’s response.

Kellan’s cock tented his pants. His lids drooped; lips parted. He panted, sweat beading at his brow with his cheeks pink. He wasgloriousin his need.

Connor reached out, grabbing the front of Kellan’s shirt. He tugged it up and over, tossing it to the floor before undoing the clasp at his belt. “I should keep you locked away, naked, for the rest of our days. Never let you leave my bed.”

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