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His request nearly broke me, but I also understood what he was saying. Slowly I withdrew, almost to the tip, and then I pressed home again. Over and over I did that, hoping to bring him the pleasure he so richly deserved.

“You can do better than that.” He winked.

Cheesy twit.

“Yeah, okay.” I increased the intensity of the thrusts.

He grunted as I pushed him higher and higher.

I reached between our bodies to snag his cock. With each thrust, I tugged—trying to bring him right along with me as I chased the elusive orgasm.

He wrapped his legs around me and dug his heels into my ass.

I picked up the pace.

“I’m coming. Oh God, I’m…”

He gave me no more words as he shot cum all over my hand and onto my torso.

“Thank fuck.” A couple more thrusts and my own orgasm overtook me. Pleasure shot through me as I stiffened. As I hit one of the best climaxes of my life, I gazed into Robbie’s eyes.

And saw forever.

Which was nuts.

But still…that was what I saw.

Chapter Eight

Robbie

We showered together. And managed to get off a second time. Not a huge age gap—me in my mid-twenties and him in his mid-thirties. Although, clearly, a ton of difference in experience.

Which didn’t bother me. I was happy to have him show me how things could be when true feelings were involved. The few guys before him paled in comparison. The care he showed toward me… Well, bottoming with a guy you barely knew was always risky, but he’d taken care of me. Had even offered to switch later, if I wanted.

Later? Yes, please. Top…? Maybe in the future. That wasn’t what I enjoyed. Getting my prostate nailed over and over again? Sign me up.

Mostly dry, we snuggled in his bed, under the comforter. I’d never stayed the night, so this was a new experience for me. He’d let a comment slip that he’d hardly brought guys back here. Something about a roommate who was gone now.

I hoped that comment meant I could come over often.

Putting the cart ahead of the horse, as Mother would say. My parents weren’t bad people—they just couldn’t reconcile my lifestyle with the teachings of the church. So we’d parted ways. I’d struggled to find people of my own. The members of the team at work definitely helped out as I’d settled into the job.

Which looped me back to where this whole affair started.

Brody held me in his arms. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Huh?”

“Stefan. Do you want to talk about it? I’m good either way, but I miss him a lot and so don’t mind—”

“I made an ass of myself and should’ve apologized and then…he died.” Such a simple explanation for such a complex series of events.

Brody stroked my hair. “What happened?”

“Like…even though he was going to be my sort-of boss…” I drew in a deep breath. “I hit on him. Because he was gorgeous, and he gave off this vibe, and…yeah.”

He chuckled. “Oops.”