Page 176 of Cross & Crown

Nick grasped at Kelly’s hips, holding on to him so he

wouldn’t fall on his ass as his shoes slid against the marble

floor. Kelly kissed him messily, his movements just sloppy

enough to turn Nick on even more. He fucking loved when

Kelly got like this. It went rough and messy and loud.

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He grunted a warning that he was about to move them,

and Kelly moaned in response, wrapping his arms around

Nick’s neck. Nick spun them, pressing Kelly against the array

of buttons.

Kelly grabbed two handfuls of Nick’s hair and yanked.

“Fuck,” Nick hissed. He rubbed his hardened cock against

Kelly’s. “You couldn’t have waited five more fucking minutes

to start this?”

“I’m sorry,” Kelly gasped. “I am, but I couldn’t fucking

help it. You went all fucking badass evil mastermind on me

with the Irish mob. Then you were talking about beginnings

and ends and eternity and rings and that fucking tone of

voice you use when you get all hard and drunk. God! This is

your fault!”

The elevator dinged, and Nick slammed his palm against

the emergency stop button. The lights flickered and the

elevator shuddered to a stop. He pressed closer.

Kelly blinked up at the emergency lights. “You’re really

going to fuck me in the elevator, aren’t you?”

“No,” Nick hissed. Although he did want to. Badly. “Not

enough lube to go half as hard at you as I want to. I’m going

to take you back to our room. I’m going to bend you over the

end of our fucking bed, and I’m going to fill you so full of

me you’ll be screaming in a Boston accent. Make you forget