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All I know is that I’m done denying myself. Denying myself the chance of being with someone who loves me, who wants me just as much as I want him.

Fuck, am I going to do it? Take the plunge?

I think I am.

“Jerk yourself off, baby. Make yourself come,” I growl.

Wesley licks his palm, then reaches down and wraps his fist over his erection, running it up and down his shaft.

I look down and groan. “That’s it, baby.”

Fuck he looks so good doing that.

I look into his eyes and watch the lust dance in them. He’s close. And so am I. I feel my balls draw up, and I fuck him harder and faster until pleasure shoots down my spine like lightning.

I come, groaning his name as he calls out mine. I fill him up, and his cum shoots between us. I grip his cock over his hand and keep his orgasm going as long as I can because nothing beats this—the vulnerable look in his eyes as he’s floating on cloud nine. It makes me want more. More of us. More of this. Hell, I even have this urge for him to fuck me, something that I don’t do often. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I let someone inside me.

Fuck. How could I say no to this?

Truth is, I can’t. Not anymore.

Chapter 15

Wesley

Pierce and I lay in bed, panting, catching our breath after round two.

My ass stings from when Pierce spanked it. After playing a little professor and naughty schoolboy, he finally took off his clothes and let me touch him all over. That was a moment. It’s the first time he’s done that—let me see all of him. I ran my hands over his body, and he just let me touch him. It wasn’t even sexual at the moment. It was… sensual.

“Are you okay with this?” I ask, running my hands all over his soft skin. I wonder if he moisturizes.

Pierce nods. “Yeah. I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

“How long ago?” I ask, curious about what this means to him.

“Probably the first time I was with you in that hotel. But I was so focused on keeping it to a one-night stand that I didn’t. That’s why I’ve kept my clothes on. I thought it would… I don’t know… protect me from catching feelings.” He chuckles, but there’s no humour attached to it. “Funny thinking about it now since I have very strong feelings for you.”

“Good feelings?” I ask, running my hands up his arms to his shoulders.

“Yeah. Really fucking good feelings.”

After that, he pinned my hands down on the bed and told me to keep them there as he rubbed my prostate. Of course, I couldn’t. I had to touch him again, and I got punished for it. Deliciously so.

I chuckle to myself, thinking if only the punishments in the real world were like this.

“What are you laughing at?” Pierce asks, chuckling a little himself.

“If only a spanking was the only punishment for breaking the rules,” I say, a little more wistfully than I intended.

Pierce freezes beside me, and I worry I may have freaked him out.

Fuck, why did I have to say that?

For a moment, we were basking in the what-ifs with no fear, and then suddenly, I had to mention breaking the rules which in turn reminded us that we’re boss and employee and that Pierce doesn’t have relationships.

He did fuck me bare, though. But that could mean anything. Heat of the moment? No condoms? New experience? Fuck knows.

Ask him, a voice inside me says. You’ll never know unless you fucking say something.