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I pull back and take his hand from our cocks and place it on my shoulder, then do the same with his other hand. "I can’t decide which I want more, jerking you off by hand so I can keep kissing you, or having you in my mouth."
Light flares into his eyes. Groaning, he thrusts his cock against my stomach. "I want everything with you. Watching you come almost set me off."
I wrap one hand around his cock, encouraging him to keep grinding, creating a tight grip.
His fingers flex on my shoulders and his focus darts to where he’s painting a thin line on my stomach then up to meet my gaze. "This feels amazing. Both hard and soft. Don’t stop. Will you kiss me?"
The request is enough to make me moan and spring into action. I lower my head and capture his lips. Stroking my tongue into his mouth, I slant my head to take the kiss deeper. After a brief battle for dominance, I take control.
Finlay’s hands are digging into my shoulders and his hips are wild, rocking faster and faster. I raise my head and meet his gaze. The combination of desire and hunger staring back at me is powerful and potent. "Come for me, Finlay."
"Mateo…" On a groan, Finlay closes his eyes. His frenzied pace ceases as his back arches. Warmth coats my stomach and hand. I’m caught between being dazzled by how beautiful he looks when he comes and feeling victorious about helping him find his release.
A lazy smile lifts his lips and with dazed pleasure in his eyes, he leans up and presses kisses to my chin, then to my lips.
Arms wrapped around each other, we kiss and kiss and kiss. I could stand here holding him forever. But practical things, like cleaning ourselves up, jump into the forefront of my thoughts. After another kiss, I raise my head and snag a dish towel off the counter.
Finlay takes the towel from me and wipes it over my stomach. Then teases it over my cock before moving it to clean himself off. I ease my jeans into place and zip up, but don’t bother with the button.
"You, looking like that." Finlay gestures at me. "All those muscles and the low-slung jeans? Fantasy material."
"I’m happy you think so." Smiling, I leave my shirt where it landed on the floor. If he likes me like this, I’ll take it. I can’t help but flex when I pick up his T-shirt for him.
With a smile, he tugs it on, then adds the sweater. "I’d better go. You have to get up early."
"I do." In seven hours. As much as I need to go to bed, I’m not ready to say goodnight. He’s addicting.
"Maybe Saturday night—" he says, then cuts himself off. "Oh, wait, what time do you finish work again?"
"The club closes at two, so around two-thirty." A flash of resentment at my schedule flares to life. "So, it’s probably better to just meet at brunch on Sunday."
"I guess so."
Our lips meet again. I pour all my feelings into the kiss, including the fear I’m feeling that my schedule will eventually drive him away. It seems too early in our relationship to tell him that it’s going to be like this for the next three and a half years and explain everything that goes along with that story.
But what if he resents me further down the line for not being honest and upfront?
Chapter Seven
Finlay
I’mdeepintothemarketing campaign’s numbers for our sustainable condom line when my phone vibrates across my desk. My heart revs at the sight of Mateo’s name. Hiding my delight is impossible as I hit the talk button. His face comes into focus, and gratification fills the empty nooks that for years I’ve covered with work and my family. He has the same goofy grin as I do, sending a thrill dashing up my spine. Still, I attempt to act cool. “This is a nice surprise.”
“I have some time to kill and was hoping I could steal you away to talk for a few minutes. Do you have time?” His beard is darker than usual, like he didn’t shave this morning. Thoughts of the scruff against my neck, my stomach, my thighs have my dick twitching and my ass quivering.
“For you, I always have time.” Does that sound like too much? We’ve been on two dates, but I can’t get enough of him. He consumes my thoughts. Even when I’m focused on something else, Mateo is in the back of my brain, waiting, teasing. I’ve never felt this way before. It’s as exciting as it is scary.
So much for acting cool. I mean, who was I kidding anyway? Being cool is Aileene’s forte, not mine. But when Mateo looks down, hiding the bashful turn of his mouth, I think he likes what I said.
“Good.” His voice is quiet, reverent. When he looks up, all caution has vanished. “So, how goes the condom business?”
I lift my shoulders. “We’re keeping it up.”
His head falls back, and he huffs a groan. “Is that a dick joke?”
“I’m the owner and CEO of a condom company. There are always dick jokes.” If the jokes don’t come from us, they come from everyone else. It’s better to get them out of the way. No matter how people like to make fun of our business, we do meaningful work. We keep people safe and healthy. Heck, we provide free condoms to school nurses in Philadelphia.
The low rumble of Mateo’s erotic chuckle is like being struck by the arrow of Eros, causing a drop of pre-cum to dampen my boxers. “I expect it from Cam, but you…”
