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“Me too. Care for a hot bath once we get home?”

Home. Home is with him.

He grabs on to my hand and tugs me forward. “Hell yes.”

* * *

Simon’s master bathroom has a tub with jets. Fiddling with the knobs, I turn them on as I sit in the warm water, and I swear one tries to shoot right up my asshole.

“Damn, this tub is kinky,” I say and Simon grins, pulling off the rest of his clothes and sliding in between my legs. Between the jets and a naked Simon, my dick is throbbing between my legs.

“Remember the last time we did this?” I ask, and Simon nods, his fingers threading through mine, settling them on his stomach.

“Yes. I do. And I’ve been so lonely since I moved,” he utters softly, and I feel my heart pinch.

I let those words sink in, loving how easily he’s opening up to me, love how transparent he’s being. “Me too.”

He turns his head slightly and our eyes catch.

“Seems we have things to rectify,” I add.

He wets his lips. “We do.”

“This isn’t just about sex. This is about us. Do you feel ready, Simon?”

My question hangs in the air and he nods. “I was ready six months ago. I was ready from the first day I met you.”

I let out a groan as I pull him onto my lap. He gasps when he feels my hard cock against the crease of his ass. And without a word, he turns and straddles me, his dick now against mine, his arms wrapping around my neck. His lips skirt a line across my jaw, and I feel my entire body pulse with need.

“Maybe we should take it slow,” I reiterate despite my body demanding otherwise.

“Slow is no fun. We’ve never been slow.”

He makes so much sense. A literal genius. “Yeah, fuck slow.”

He reaches between us and grabs our cocks, pulling them together. I watch as his eyes darken and pull him in for a bruising kiss as he jacks us off. It doesn’t take much, doesn’t take long, and pretty soon our release is upon us, each of us gasping into the other’s mouth as we pant and groan.

“You are beautiful when you come,” he says.

“No,” I reply. “You are.”

CHAPTER15

WESLEY

“Oh god, yes,” Simon groans as I thrust into him. I’m so glad we said we wouldn’t take it slow because I’m here every day fucking him. He’s insatiable, and I’m not any better.

This is what I look forward to—coming here after a long day of work and spending the evening with him. In him.

Most nights, I stay over.

Slow…

Who said we should try slow again?

Oh yeah, me.

Fucking dick.