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But I’d have him. If he’d let me.

“I won’t stop. Because you do. You belong to me.”

He lays me down on the bed, his body falling with mine, the two of us kissing until my lips ache.

Then he crawls up my body, his hands going to his pants, pulling them down and grabbing his cock. Leaning up, I take it into my mouth, sucking him down.

He groans, one hand pressed against the headboard, the other sinking into my hair.

The entire time, I stare up at him, drool pooling in the corners of my mouth, my eyes watering as he slowly fucks into my mouth. His breathing is labored, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“You are so fucking perfect,” he tells me, and my cock jumps in my pants, loving the praise.

When he comes, he moans my name. Chants it.

It’s what sends me over the edge. My body shakes and trembles from my orgasm. It’s always so damn good when I’m with him.

When his cock slips from my mouth, he collapses next to me, his face pressed against my arm. I swipe at my lips, and my eyelids flutter closed.

“Did you get off?” he asks, and I nod.

A small chuckle leaves his mouth, and he sits up with a groan. “Alright, I’ll clean you up, and then how about we order in?”

I nod again as he peels me from my clothes, taking care to wipe up my mess before tossing my clothes in the wash.

I must doze off because he wakes me a short time later, food in his hands.

“Wanna eat in bed?” he asks, and I nod, sitting up, my stomach rumbling from hunger. I haven’t eaten since lunch and I’m feeling it. He hands me a box of my favorite Chinese food and some chopsticks.

We sit in silence, eating, our sides pressed together. It’s comfortable, the two of us. I could live a lifetime like this.

After a minute, Max speaks up. “While you were sleeping, Magnus messaged. They want me to come to dinner next week.”

“Yeah?” I ask, my eyebrows rising. “That’s amazing.”

“Yeah, I asked if you could come and they said yes. But only if you want to.”

I glance over at Max and see how nervous he seems. Does he think I’ll say no? “Of course I want to. I’d love to meet him.”

“Thanks, Bow-tie.”

“Always. Anything for you,” I say and then lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. He blushes and then kisses me on the lips. It’s quick and chaste, both of us knowing that if we go further, we won’t stop and dinner will be forgotten.

So, we wait until we’re finished and then we do what we’ve been craving.

We eat each other for dessert.

Chapter Fourteen

Max

The amount of research I’ve done on giving a man a blow job is ridiculous. I’ve spent at least an entire three days on it, not wanting to fuck this up. Not to mention, Beau gives the best head. Because of course he does. The things he does with his tongue, with his throat.

It’s brilliant.

And I want his first time with me to be just as good. I want to blow his mind.

I should have done it already, should have manned up and stuck his cock in my mouth, but I got too in my head and couldn’t bring myself to even try. What if I hate it? What if this isn’t something I like but Beau needs?