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