Page 17 of Desperate Temptations

Trent doesn’t move away from me, our eyes locked on one another as I come. I throb in his mouth, spilling wave after wave of my cum, and I stare transfixed as his throat swallows it alldown. When I start to soften, he pulls back and wipes at the corner of his mouth as his lips quirk with a teasing smile.

I clear my throat, waving at the bulge in his pants. “Do you want me to take care of that?” My cheeks flush at the offer, and Trent’s eyebrows raise.

“Do you want to?” he asks.

I don’t answer for a second. I’m pretty sure I do. I imagine it’s not much different than handling my own cock. But I hesitate and he shakes his head.

“It’s okay, Ethan. If we’re going to do this kind of thing, it doesn’t have to be a give and take every time. I wanted to make you feel good, and that’s it. Let me shower, and then we can meet up with the realtor.”

I step in front of him when he goes to move past me. “I do want to. I just…” I trail off, not sure how to articulate how I feel and shrug. Another part of me still feels hollow from the earlier conversation with my father-in-law.

He gives me a half-smile. “I get it. Believe me, I do. We go at your pace, yeah? I told you before I’m okay with this for as long as you’re okay with it.”

NINE

TRENT

I stand and stretch out my arms and back. Ethan left this morning to meet with some financial lawyers to ensure Lyndsey’s family can’t lock him out of his accounts, so I’ve been hunched over the small table on the apartment’s balcony working on my last client’s photo.

We hadn’t been picky with the places the realtor showed us and grabbed the first one with two bedrooms. It’s been a couple days since I went down on him, and we’ve busied ourselves with him separating his assets from his past and me grabbing us some essentials for the next few weeks. There’s no saying how long we’ll be staying in London until we figure out if the kid is Ethan’s. But we’ve been sleeping in our respective bedrooms and neither of us have brought up what happened in the hotel.

If he wants to move on and act like nothing happened, I won’t confront him over it. I’d known this could be a possibility when we started. Ethan is not a person who confronts things head on unless his hand is forced. I think it’s why Lyndsey had such a hold on him for years, even if he was as unhappy as I’m starting to believe.

I’m clicking through the photos on my computer when he comes to sit next to me on the couch. He glances at my screen and frowns a bit.

“You’re still taking photos?”

I shrug. “Sometimes. I’m more picky on clients, but gives me something to do every once in a while. Plus the cash doesn’t hurt.”

He snorts. “I thought that one guy did well with Granny’s investments.”

“He did, but just because I have money, doesn’t mean I feel fulfilled. Sometimes helping someone preserve their memories gives me a purpose,” I tell him honestly. I know my family and friends think I do photography on a whim, just a silly hobby. But it’s a lot more than that. I take pride in my work and I know I’m good based on the shit ton of emails I get from people pleading for me to work with them.

Ethan stares at me, his eyes studying my face. “I’m sorry.”

My eyebrows furrow. “Sorry? For what?”

“For making fun of you when I can see this means a lot to you.”

“I… Thanks,” I say, unsure what else to say. It’s nice for someone to notice, and I know he means it because Ethan has never been one to apologize.

We don’t look away before he leans down, brushing his lips against mine. I gasp into his mouth as he kisses me in earnest. I push my laptop onto the couch, turning to face him more fully. Ethan groans and I feel the rumble of it against my mouth.

His hand is shaky as he runs it down my arm and then to my chest, twisting my shirt tighter around my shoulders. I pull back, panting against his lips. Ethan’s eyelids flutter as his fingers slowly release my shirt. I grab it, pulling it off and his gaze drags down my form.

I reach out, pulling at the end of his shirt and Ethan blows out a breath before tugging his off. I study his face as we stare at each other.

“I want you,” I say, testing how he’s feeling.

He swallows. “I want you too.”

My eyebrows raise. “Yeah?”

He nods, his hand coming up to cup the back of my neck before pulling me back in for a kiss. I push him to lie down gently, and I lie on top of him, his thigh sliding between mine as our bodies and tongues tangle together. Pressing in closer, I can feel the heat of his hard cock against my hip, and I know he can feel mine on his thigh. My hand ventures down and I move it against the hard bulge in his sweats, swallowing down his moan.

Ethan’s hand is hesitant as he moves down and cups me through my pants. My dick twitches, having imagined this type of moment for years when we were teens.

I thrust into his hand and he gasps. I kiss down his jaw.

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