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Victor slips his arm around my waist and rests his head against me. “Your parents are so cute.”

“Please don’t encourage them.”

I don’t deny what my mother said though, because I’ve been thinking the same thing. When you find the one, you just instinctively know and that’s how I feel about Victor.

That he’s the man I’ve been waiting for my entire life. Why take it slow? I’m ready to toss that to the side and hit the ground running.

Chapter 12

Jake

It’s taken everything inside me to control myself with the way Victor’s been touching me. The looks he’s been giving me. I don’t know if he wants more than just sleeping beside each other tonight. But I do. I want him.

Not just for tonight, but forever.

I can’t even believe I’m thinking this, but he’s perfect and everything I want. Why wait any longer?

We step inside the elevator and as soon as the door slides shut my lips are on his. He doesn’t resist. Instead he opens his mouth, allowing my tongue entrance. My hand goes to the back of his head, my fingers slipping through the short tendrils of his hair, holding him in place. Victor lets out a groan that I fully swallow.

“I want you.” I pull apart from him long enough to say. “You can tell me no if you don’t want the same.”

“The answer is yes. I want you, Jake. Now, always.”

The last word is said softer but I still hear it. He feels the same as me.

Quicker than I wanted, the elevator doors slide open, and we step out onto our floor. I take his hand in mine and practically drag him to the room.

I reach into my pocket and pull out the key, almost dropping it as I scan it, fumbling to open the door. All I can think about is Victor and making him mine. Completely. To know what it’s like to fuck him, taste him.

We step inside, our arms wrapped around each other. The door clicks shut behind us. I step back, loosening my tie, my eyes never leaving him.

“I’m asking one more time. Do you want to stop?”

“No. All I’ve thought about tonight is you. Naked. Inside me.” Victor’s tongue trails over his lower lip as he gazes at me with want.

“Is that why you were looking at me with hunger in your eyes? Did you think I didn’t notice? That no one noticed?”

He swallows, his Adam’s apple rising and falling.

“Maybe I was. But can you blame me? You’re handsome, caring, and you’ve been constantly on my mind since sitting down in front of you at that café.”

I step closer to him, the heady scent of his cologne wrapping around me. “Take off your shirt.”

It wasn’t a request. Not quite an order. More dominance than anything. I may be shy, awkward even, but in the bedroom I want control.

He takes his time, slowly unbuttoning his shirt before letting it fall to the floor. I’m on him in an instant, placing my hand on his chest as I step into him. With each forward movement, he takes one step back until he’s standing with legs against the bed.

“All I’ve thought about is you. How well you fit in with my family. How much I want you.”

"Yeah," he says, his voice rough. "Was that what you were thinking when you grabbed my ass in the elevator?"

I laugh. “I didn’t see you protesting.” My hand slides down his bare chest, drifting over the edge of his pants. I don’t stop there though, I keep moving lower until I’m cupping his cock through the denim material. He’s already hard. I massage his dick through his pants, while leaning my body against his. “Do you want me to suck you off?”

“Yes,” he moans.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He moans as I undo his pants. “I need an answer.”

“Yes.” His voice is husky.