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I eyed the slightly more than stubble darkening his strong jawline. Would it be soft on my face? Rough between my thighs?
Oh God.
A strangled sound ripped from my lungs, drawing Drake’s full attention to my face. Time paused, the air around us coiling with sexual energy. His vivid blue eyes bore into the deepest reaches of me, searching.
Knowing.
“Fuck,” I whispered, slamming my eyes shut and pushing against my aching length while trying to think about anything other than his mouth, his body, his dick.
“Preston.”
I shook my head, the low, suggestive tone of Drake’s too damn close to my face. No way could I look at him?—
He grasped my chin, and I gasped, my eyelids flying open. Evidence of his giving in, the hold he kept on his desires shone as clearly as the hard ridge in my slacks if he chose to glance down at my lap.
I whimpered, shuddering beneath his perusal, so damn needy for him I expected to pass out.
“Well, baby?” he murmured, his tone full of insinuation. Drake flirted with me, and every spasming muscle in my body died to melt into him.
Gulping, I focused on his lips rather than his eyes, which would be my undoing.
“Did you?”
“D-Did I what?” I asked, completely brain-dead beyond everything but that Cupid’s bow and how much I wanted to lick it.
“Think about booking with an Elite?”
I had. Fuck, had I ever. Heat rushed to my face at the truth it’d been him I wished I’d met with rather than Mason and Kellen.
“Naughty boy.” He tsked with a teasing tone while threading his free hand’s fingers into my hair and tipping my head back slightly.
Guess I hadn’t shielded my thoughts too well.
“Who?”
Oh. My. God.
The way he held me screamed of dominance, him taking what I now knew he wanted as much as I did. “Who, Preston?” he murmured, his breath so damn close to my lips that my dick oozed pre-cum.
A quick shake of my head and I swallowed hard as I salivated for a taste of Drake.
He leaned forward, bypassing my mouth in a teasing swoop for my ear.
I shuddered as his hot exhale ghosted over my lobe.
“Which Elite would you pay to fuck you if you’d done it, Preston?”
“Oh God.” I gulped, flinching as my cock jerked between my thighs. I was so hard, the ache in my balls an intense throb on the verge of release.
“Me?” Drake suggested. “Someone else?” He growled at the second option, his displeasure over anyone but him touching me evident in his tone. “If the latter, would you at least have been thinking about me while they fucked your gorgeous ass?” Drake flicked his tongue over the shell of my ear, and every muscle in my torso clenched. “So sensitive,” he murmured, trailing his lips along my jaw to where he still grasped my chin. “You’re a needy little bottom, aren’t you? I’ll bet you would beg and plead to be filled up. Caressed and kissed—you’re insatiable, aren’t you, baby?”
“D-Drake.” I licked over my lower lip, finally looking at him.
A breathtaking sea of blue filled with lust and everything I’d always dreamed of seeing peered back at me.
“P-Please.”
“Please what?” he murmured, inches from my mouth. “Cross a line I promised myself I would never do? Lay claim to lips I’ve been fantasizing about since I was a teenager? Finally taste the sweetness of your mouth like I’ve been wanting to do for half of forever?”
