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Fuck, I’m so hard right now.
Wait. What the hell is going on?
Before I could unravel this potentially unlocked kink, hereachedfor me.
Terrified, I jumped back so fast I stumbled over Ownit’s overturned chair. This instinctive reaction broke whatever spell had come over us, as Masculine clenched his fists and zipped away faster than I could blink.
To be discussed at my next therapy appointment…
My phone buzzed against my rock-hard cock a minute later, and I fumbled it out of my pocket to find Butch texting me.
Well, this is awkward.
Hottie Himbo:I’m back in town. I need to see you.
While I knew I’d have to address the weird-as-fuck encounter I’d just had with Captain Masculine, the only thing that mattered at the moment was my that painful separation from Butch was ending. We’d talked both nights since he’d been gone, and texted throughout each day, but I couldn’t wait to see him in person.
And who knows—maybe he’d be into a superhero fantasy?
Welcome back, sweetheart. I’ll come pick you up wherever you are.
Hottie Himbo:I’ll meet you at your apartment. Can I please spend the night?
Grinning wildly, I turned and raced out of my therapist’s office, leaving the door wide open behind me as I single-mindedly headed for the elevator. That Butch believed he had to ask to spend the night—to spend every waking and sleeping moment with me—was a misconception I would have to rectify as soon as possible.
But first, I need to get my hands on him.
As the elevator dinged, I fired off another text, no longer concerned about coming across astoointerested. I wanted this man to know just how obsessed with him I was.
Baby, the answer will always be yes.
CHAPTER18
XANDER
Butch was not okay.
When I pulled into the parking garage below my building, I found him slumped on the ground next to the elevator, dressed in a worn tee shirt and basketball shorts with enormous bags under his eyes—looking as haggard as my hottie himbo possibly could.
Daddy’s here now, baby.
“C’mon, sweetheart,” I soothed, kneeling before subtly using my supe-strength to help the big guy rise to stand. “Let’s go upstairs.”
He nodded wordlessly and followed me into the elevator. Once we got to my floor, he simply trailed after me like a lost dog, which conjured up an image of him wearing nothing but a collar and leash while I fed him my cock.
Now is not the time, Xan.
Once inside, I immediately adjusted the lights and put on some Tchaikovsky, since the Russian composer never failed to relax me when everything went to shit.
I need to learn what he likes.
I need to learn everything about him.
“I’m getting you some water,” I stated, striding to the kitchen area and filling a glass. He was standing in the same spot when I turned around again, so I did a quick body scan as I approached, trying to get a read on him.
Odd choice of clothing aside, his posture was slightly hunched, fists rhythmically clenching and unclenching at his sides, gaze fixed on the floor as he breathed heavily through his nose. As I slowly circled him, I saw the bags under his eyes were so bad, they almost looked like bruises.
Jesus, he looks terrible.
