Page 57 of The Hitman’s Final Job

We get the rest of the clothes off between us until we’re just skin and warmth. I pull him back to me and we kiss again, slower this time. He flips us so he’s on top of me.

His hands are everywhere.

Mine are too.

He kisses my jaw, my neck, my chest, working his way down my body, and I let him, with the relief of someone who’s been told they can’t have a slice of cake and now they’re being offered the whole thing.

When his mouth finally finds my cock, I make a sound I’m not sure I’ve ever made before.

“Christ.”

He looks up at me from where he is, dark eyes filled with pure satisfaction, and does something with his tongue that removes my ability to form words entirely. I gasp, raising my hips involuntarily. He sucks me all the way down to his throat. “Fuck, I’m close. Please stop.”

He moves up my body and kisses me again. His cock is so hard. I want to feel the weight of it on my tongue, and I want him to fuck my throat like it’s the very last thing he can do as a living human. I want everything.

But this isn’t just about me, so I reluctantly pull my mouth away from his to ask, “What do you want?”

He holds my gaze.

“I want you to fuck me.”

EIGHTEEN

SILAS

Not once in the years I’ve been sexually active have I ever asked anyone to fuck me. Not once.

And here I am, asking the man I never thought I’d have to do just that. The one thing I never trusted anyone with because I was always too afraid of remembering it for the rest of my life.

Vaughn is studying me. “Are you sure?”

I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock, hard and warm and exactly what I want, and stroke slowly.

“Yes,” I say. “I’m sure.”

“Silas.” His voice is strained, and his Adam’s apple bobs when I run my thumb over the head of his cock. “I mean it. Are you sure?”

“I’ve never done this with anyone else,” I say. “Not once.”

He goes still.

“You’ve never⁠—”

“Never wanted to. Until now.”

He considers me for a long moment. “I’m happy to bottom. In fact”—his eyes drop to my cock and then come back up to my face, and the heat in them is not subtle—“I’m very happy to bottom.”

“I know,” I say. “But here’s the thing. There’s a chance that when the lust fog clears we might agree this was a mistake. Or that we can’t do it again. That it’s too complicated.” I hold his gaze. “If that’s what happens, then I want my first time to be with you. Not with someone else later.” I shake my head. “I want it to be you.”

Vaughn reaches up and touches my face with gentleness, his thumb caressing the hair under my bottom lip.

“Do we need condoms?” he asks.

“No,” I say immediately.

He laughs. “I’m not on PrEP, but I test regularly. I’m negative.”

“I’m on PrEP. Also negative.”