Page 88 of Man Advantage

“M-me too.” I ran my fingers through his hair. “God, Trev…”

He made a low, throaty sound, then gasped. “Fuck, I’m gonna—I’m gonna come.” His shaky voice barely carrying over the whump-whump-whump of the dryer. “Fuck, Cam, I’m?—”

“Come, baby,” I whispered. “Don’t hold back.”

Oh, he didn’t. He thrust a few more times, hard and deep, and then a choked moan escaped his throat as he shuddered. I rocked my hips as much as I could in this position to drive him on until he relaxed with a heavy sigh. Then he thrust all the way in, making the dryer’s feet scrape on the concrete as he somehow—God, somehow—didn’t make a sound. The dryer’s noise and vibration had nothing on the way he trembled with the force of his orgasm and what looked like a ton of effort to stay quiet.

Abruptly, he exhaled, then relaxed, sagging against me.

I just held him while he caught his breath.

“Holy shit,” he breathed into my shoulder.

“Uh-huh.” I held him tight, still panting and shaking myself.

“Fuck, that was fast.” He laughed, sounding a little drunk. “You’re going to make me a minuteman after all, you know that?”

“And?” I grinned, running my fingers through his hair. “Quickies are fun.”

“Uh-huh. They are.” He kissed me and let it linger for a long moment. When he looked in my eyes, his were full of fire. “You still need to come, though.”

Before I could gather my thoughts, he’d pulled out and slipped two fingers into me.

Closing my eyes, I bit my lip and gripped his shoulders. “Jesus, Trev…”

He said something, but I was too turned on to process it. Then his mouth was on mine, and I just held on while he kissed me and drove me into the stratosphere with his hand. The way his fingers worked inside while the heel of his hand pressed just right—fucking hell, this man was magic.

I broke the kiss with a gasp and pressed my head back against the cabinet. “Trev… fuck…” I thought he growled some encouragement or… I don’t know. Something. All I knew for surewas that he was so, so damn good at this, and I was so close, right there, so close to that edge and?—

Trev’s kiss silenced the cry I didn’t even know I was releasing, and he kept me quiet as he kept me coming, and he didn’t let up until I shakily grabbed his wrist.

“Holy shit,” I breathed when I could form words again.

He had the cockiest grin on his swollen lips. “You were supposed to stay quiet.” He soundedthoroughlypleased with himself.

“I did.” I braced a hand on the edge of the dryer just to keep from trembling apart. “I knew you’d shut me up.”

He snorted. “Yeah, well.” The grin turned to a wicked look. “Later tonight?” He brushed his lips across mine. “I’m going to be peeling you off the ceiling all over again.”

I shivered, because this man had absolutely earned the right to have this much bravado about his sexual prowess. “Going to take you up on that.”

Desire gleamed in his eyes, and I was tempted to suggest we say to hell with it, go up to one of our bedrooms, and get on with that second round. But we weren’t alone in the house, so… no. Later.

Trev helped me down to the floor, and once I was steady on my feet, he reached past me to shut off the dryer. Instantly, the house was still and silent. No voices or movement filtered down from the upper floor, so the boys were probably still in their playroom. They probably hadn’t even noticed or cared that we were gone.

We stepped into the gym, grabbed a couple of towels, and cleaned ourselves up. When we’d finished fixing ourselves up, we were both still a tiny bit flushed; if anything, we looked like we’d just moved something heavy.

I did feel a little guilty as I followed Trev back upstairs. Was it weird, sneaking off for a quickie while the boys were awake?

But he glanced over his shoulder, grinned, and winked at me. If he thought it was okay, then… I mean…

On the first floor, I went into the kitchen, desperate for some water. He continued upstairs, probably to check on the boys. A minute later, he came back down and joined me.

“They didn’t notice we were gone?” I asked, still not quite sure how I felt about this.

“Pfft.” Trev pulled a glass down from the cabinet. “They’ve got brand-new games. About the only thing that’ll pull their heads up from those screens is the sound of the ice cream truck.”

Okay, he had a point. The kids weren’t addicted to their screens, and they’d put them down if they were asked, but they did have brand-new games. Those were going to keep them engrossed for a while until the novelty wore off.

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