Page 52 of His Grace, the Duke
Tom wanted to laugh. He wanted to shout. He wanted to take Burke in his two hands and claim him against this filthy alley wall. “She already knows.”
It was Burke’s turn to blink and pull back. “What?”
“At least, she knows what I want,” he clarified. “I told her.”
Burke’s eyes narrowed. “And what do you want, then?”
Tom’s smile widened. “Last night she called you Horatio. You let her use it as an endearment.”
“So?”
“So, that’s what I want too,” Tom murmured, heart in his throat.
Burke huffed a laugh. “You’re not calling me Horatio, Tom.”
“You let her say it,” he challenged.
“Yes, well, she lets me come inside her,” Burke replied with a grin. “It’s a more than even trade, I think.”
More than even.
Tom stepped closer, heat flooding to his hardening cock.“If you say I’m yours, you better be ready to claim me in all the ways that matter.”
Burke went utterly still.
Tom raised a hand and brushed it lightly down the arm of Burke’s coat. “Picture it... Horatio.” He noted the way Burke hissed in a breath and inched closer, running the tip of his nose along Tom’s jaw. “You could claim us both at once. I’d sink my cock into her, and you’d take me from behind. Each thrust of yours would bury me inside her. You could ruin her on my cock while you come inside me. Own us. Devastate us.”
“Bloody fucking hell.” Burke sank back against the wall.
“Tell me you don’t want it,” Tom teased, following him to the wall, pinning him down with a push of his hips. “Tell me your cock isn’t hard right now. Tell me it’s not weeping at the image of me on all fours, Rosalie beneath us both. Tell me, Burke. Lie to me.”
With a feral growl, Burke’s hand slipped between them, cupping Tom’s painfully hard cock. Both men moaned as Tom pressed into his hand.
Panting, Tom shifted back a step. “My only condition is that when we’re alone, I get to call you Horatio too.”
Burke laughed, dropping his hand away. “Why do you suddenly give a damn about calling me Horatio?”
“Because I like sharing these secrets with you,” he replied. “I like seeing you in a crowded room and knowing I’ve watched you take our girl. I like knowing what you say to her, how easily you get her to come. It makes me come faster too.”
Burke groaned.
“These secrets are ours, Burke. Not yours. Not hers.Ours. Horatio is a secret you keep, and you gave it to her. I want it too.”
“Fine,” Burke muttered. “If it means that much to you, call me Horatio.”
Tom smiled, leaning forward to kiss his jaw. “Oh, I will. But I intend to earn it first. People you come inside get to say it, yes? That’s the rule?”
Burke held his gaze, his look hungry. Slowly, he nodded.
Peace settled in Tom’s chest, knowing they understood each other. “Don’t worry, we’ll work up to it. But first we tell Rosalie our intentions. Until then, we keep our hands off each other, agreed?”
A playful smile tipped Burke’s mouth. “Can you bear to wait?”
Tom adjusted his hat and coat with a matching grin. “Don’t worry about me. I’ve lasted this long. The real question is... can you?”
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