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Drake groaned, fucking his dick over mine. “Damn, baby.”

“Come on me,” I murmured against his ear. “Rub it into my skin so you can’t be washed away.”

“Fuck.” He set to work, grinding and quickly sliding through his pre-cum along my body. “Why do you feel so good?” Huffing, he lifted to his elbows once more and clasped his warm hands on my face. “Wanna kiss the fuck out of you, but the beard burn from during the night is fading. Can’t make it worse for when we go downstairs.”

“Love how you look out for me,” I whispered, my eyes burning.

Gazes latched, we settled for silence as he rutted against me.

Never had I held eye contact with another person like I did in our time together. There could be no hiding from Drake any longer. He’d laid claim to my soul, the emotional barriers between us long gone.

My dick attempted to swell back to life, enjoying every glide of his cock along mine. I’d never experienced frotting before, and although I’d read about it aplenty in my gay romance novels, Drake getting himself off on my cock was so much better than I’d imagined.

His lips parted in a quiet gasp, and wet heat spurted between us.

“Fuck yes,” I groaned, tingles racing through me over him finding release.

Panting, he emptied himself on my skin, marking me with his hot seed.

“Baby,” he murmured, winding his arms around me to squeeze me tight. “Never want to let you go.” His adamant words whispered into me, wrapping the deepest part of my soul in his warm embrace.

I could feel Drake’s eyes on me as I scurried to dress for brunch.

We’d showered in his room, already short on time due to lazing in his bed until the last possible second. A quick scamper down the stairs together to my room had ensured we wouldn’t be seen, and if Jacqueline happened to come by while I changed, I could explain his presence as simply him checking in with me.

“You can’t look at me like that!” I muttered while yanking on clean boxer briefs.

“How’s that?”

Heat flamed my cheeks. “Like you want to eat me alive.”

Drake made an appreciative noise deep in his throat. “That’s because I do.”

Cursing, I pulled on some slacks, glancing his way. Those blue eyes of his were latched on my backside, heated and full of lust. “Jesus, Drake.” I chuckled a nervous laugh as he licked his lower lip and bit it. “You’re insatiable.”

“No more than you,” he shot back, teasing as he lifted his focus to my face.

I couldn’t help the eruption of a smile from the happiness bubbling inside me.

“You’re beautiful,” he stated quietly, his gaze full of adoration.

But I didn’t have a spare minute to swoon or fall at his feet to worship him.

“We gotta go.”

He stood, retrieving my loafers from along the wall for me while I fumbled with my shirt’s buttons. A quick tuck, and I scurried to put on my belt.

Drake knelt before me, and I stared down at him with a tightening throat as he helped me with my shoes. He peered up at me when done, and I didn’t know how it was possible, but I fell in love with him a little more in that moment.

“Drake,” I choked out his name, and he stood to cradle my face in his hands.

His gaze bored into me, easily reading every secret, and knowing and understanding filled his vivid eyes. A heavy sigh, and he pressed his lips to mine, careful of his beard.

Our foreheads rested together for the span of a few heartbeats, and I wished the world could stand still so we could share all the words since I had no clue what awaited us. Who knew what else Jacqueline might have planned for the day, or if Drake would take off after breakfast if she lost her shit over one thing or another.

“Come on,” he murmured, his cinnamon-laced breath filling my lungs. “Jacqueline will be pissed if we’re late.”

Once on the elevator, we stared at each other, my heart beating only slightly faster due to the knowledge of our close proximity in a small space.

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