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“You are. I love how you let me be as bossy as I want.”

“I love you bossy. Never thought I’d say that, but I do. Giving up control to you…feels right. So right. I want to give you everything.”

“You do.” I worked him with my hand, long, slick strokes until he bucked under me. But through it all, he kept his hands on the headboard. “So good. You’re so good, Duncan.”

“Please,” he gasped, and I fell forward to meet him in a blistering kiss, my tongue fucking its way into his mouth until he was sucking hard as he rocked up into my hand. And then I was the one who couldn’t wait another second.

Releasing his mouth, I held his cock steady. He was more than slick enough for what I wanted. I craved the burn and stretch, and his cock was about a thousand times better than my fingers could ever be.

“Ezra.” His eyes widened like he was considering objecting to me taking him with so little prep, so I silenced him with another kiss.

“Trust me,” I breathed against his lips before sitting up so I could slowly lower down, millimeter by millimeter, using his cockhead to work myself open.

“Oh, holy fuck.” He moaned, but his eyes stayed open. “Remind me to never object when you want to go all X-rated games on me.”

“X-rated games?” I laughed. “I love that. Yep, that’s my favorite. Fucking as an extreme sport. And you. You’re my favorite too.”

“Good.” He groaned again as I managed to take a little more, working his thick head past my tight ring of muscle, rolling my hips and loosening my spine until I could slide more easily. “Jesus, Ezra. You’re about to kill me.”

“You close already?”

“Waiting. For you.” His pupils were blown and his mouth slack, the utter picture of erotic devotion.

“Good. Watch Me. Watch us.” I started to ride him in earnest, back and forth, pushing his fat cockhead against my spot until my thighs and abs quivered, tingly shocks of pleasure all over.

“You’re so beautiful.” His eyes narrowed like he was watching an eclipse, and I’d never felt more gorgeous, a sexy beast made powerful by his adoration.

“We are.”

“Ezra.” He trembled under me, and his hand flexed like he was considering reaching for my cock, but I wanted him right where he was, so I fisted myself, showy strokes until he relaxed again. “I love watching you. Can’t take my eyes off you.”

“Good.” I was starting to moan with each stroke, and I tensed my thighs, riding faster. “It’s all for you.”

And that wasn’t just hyperbole. In that moment, every cell and every motion was for him. I might be the one in control, but I existed for him alone. He filled every empty space I’d ever had, and I’d never felt more alive.

“Yes. All mine.” His eyes were hot and possessive.

“Do you want me to come?” I asked like it wasn’t already barreling down on me, like pleasure wasn’t spiraling beyond my ability to control the edge. But I wanted him to say it.

“Please. Come on me, Ezra.”

“That’s it,” I grit out, body shaking because, apparently, the only thing I’d been waiting on was his broken begging. I tugged harder on my cock, and then I was spurting all over his perfect abs and chiseled chest, marking him with ropes of come.

“Ezra. I…oh fuck.” He thrashed under me, face grimacing but eyes never shutting as he came. And came, coaxing one more spurt from me until I collapsed on his chest. After dealing with the condom, we breathed together for several long minutes, and he stroked my hair until all those feelings of mine spilled over again.

“That was not goodbye.” A yawn ruined my stern tone, so I settled for what I hoped was a foreboding glower.

“Ezra.” His voice had never been more tender or more heartbroken.

“I want this to be real.” That was it, the solution to the agony of ending this, and now I simply needed him to see it.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Duncan

“I want this to be real.” Ezra peered down at me, expression the same sort of determined he got at the end of runs, speeding up like he could power through any resistance to meet his goal. My chest burned, struggling to keep up with Ezra’s hard-charging pace.

“This has been real.” I couldn’t lie to him, but I also couldn’t pretend this was an uphill mile that he could scale by sheer force of will.

“You know what I mean.” He poked me in the chest. “Screw the past tense. I want a relationship. Now. Going forward. One that’s not about to end with this tour.”

I made a pained noise that had nothing to do with his nudge and everything to do with how badly I wanted to keep him and how much I couldn’t have that.

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