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Dominic rubbed a hand through his hair, considering. He should leave. But everything in him wanted nothing more than to wake up next to Austin tomorrow, damn the consequences.

But not tonight. Once he started giving in, it was a slippery slope.

“Until you fall asleep,” Dominic said quietly.

Austin didn’t reply. When Dominic looked down, Austin’s eyes were closed, his breath coming steadily.

Dominic gave himself two minutes. Then he crept slowly out of bed and started picking up his clothes.

CHAPTER 9

Austin fellated a popsicle in the kitchen, annoyed.

It had been two more nights of Dominic fucking him into the mattress. Two more nights of waking up to an empty bed. If Austin weren’t being dicked down so well, he would be offended. But he was trying his best to focus on being horny.

Hence, fellating the popsicle as he waited for Dominic to take notice. He had started subtly, but he was running out of time. There was only so long he could suck on the thing before it melted down his goddamn arm.

Dominic barely even looked at him as he walked into the kitchen again, fitting his earpiece into place.

“I’m actually picking him up right now,” Dominic said into the earpiece. “No, I know. Plans change.”

Austin leaned over the counter as casually as he could. They had a gala coming up, and he was dressed in his usual gala outfit: a charcoal grey suit with the top two buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up to show off his tattoos. He had undone an extra shirt button in the hope that Dominic would clock him on it and correctly deduce that Austin was trying to seduce him. However, Dominic had all but ignored him the whole time they were getting dressed, including now, when they were just about to leave.

“See you soon,” Austin said, and pressed a small button on the back of his earpiece, turning it off. Then he finally looked down at Austin, who felt like a pin-up model with all the posing he was doing. Let alone the sucking, wrapping his lips around the cold tip of the popsicle and hollowing his cheeks, his eyes locked with Dominic’s.

Dominic’s dark eyes flared with heat. He stepped in, and Austin’s heart skipped a beat as Dominic reached up.

But Dominic only wiped a sticky line from Austin’s wrist, stopping it from dampening his rolled-up sleeve.

“Careful,” he said. “Wouldn’t want to show up all messy.”

Austin tried to come up with a line his characters would say. Something cool and dismissive, wresting back his power. But all Austin could say was, “Yeah, that would suck.”

He gave the popsicle another pointed suck. He was seconds away from going all-in and batting his damn eyelashes when Dominic chuckled.

“I didn’t think you owned any desserts,” he said.

“It was from last year,” Austin explained. “When I had that stomach bug. You said popsicles were⁠—”

“Good for hydration,” Dominic finished. “Right.”

Austin stuck the popsicle back into his mouth, giving it another hopeful suck as he waited for Dominic to tell him to cut it out or give him what he wanted.

For a moment, Dominic just stood there, watching his mouth. Then he held up his finger. He’d never dried it off, Austin realized as he saw the shiny gleam of popsicle on his fingertip.

“Go on,” Dominic said, his voice low and sultry. “Make yourself useful.”

The words were like an electric shock.

Austin’s mouth went slack. Dominic didn’t even wait, just shoved his finger inside along the popsicle. Austin made a muffled noise, shocked, and so turned on his cock throbbed in his silk boxers. Then he got with the program and sealed his lips around the intrusion, sucking so hard he forgot to be sexy. He tried to soften it, look at Dominic under his eyelashes in a way that still made him feel weird and vulnerable, but Dominic was already pulling his finger out, reaching into Austin’s shirt to wipe himself clean on the inside of the fabric.

“Good puppy,” Dominic said.

Austin pulled the popsicle out of his mouth with a wet pop. “What if we just blew it off?”

“The gala?”

“Yeah! What if we say I got sick?” Austin swayed forward, still reveling in the way he had to look up to meet Dominic’s eyes. He let his lips part, hoping they were as swollen as they felt, and also that he would warm up if Dominic told him to get on his knees. A cold mouth could be sexy for a finger, but it sounded much less fun for a cock.