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“There it is,” I tell him. “Don’t fight it, baby boy. Push against me. Push right against me, that’s it, that’s exactly right.”

Bastien’s face contorts.

“Oh God, Levi,” he whimpers, and then there’s another one, and I keep talking him through it, because he needs to hear it and because I couldn’t shut up now if I tried. “You’re amazing. You’re doing it just right. Look at you.” He’s beginning to grunt now, his body racked with the spasm, and his face turns bright red. “Oh, God.”

I’m grinning like an idiot and I don’t care. “You’re so handsome like this. That’s it. Take it.”

“Levi!” he moans. I bottom out and have to give myself a time-out so I don’t spill, and he responds by relaxing into a panting, sweaty mass on the quilt. “What the… was that… Oh, my God, Levi.”

“There are a couple more where that came from.”

“Yes, please,” he says.

In response, I start again, but this time, he’s primed. His body is sensitive. He groans and his hands drift toward his own cock. I pin them with one hand and jack him in time with my strokes with the other. His eyes roll up and he starts another contraction, and I hear it one more time: my name, whispered in ecstasy. They should bottle that. I feel like a god.

Last week I could account for every piece of gear in a battalion half a world away from a desk at the Pentagon. This is what I’ve got now. I’ll take it.

In the end, I can only endure three of his anal orgasms before my balls start curling up. I pull out of him while he’s still gasping and unroll the condom.

“Why did you stop?” Bastien says, and then his eyes drop to what I’m doing. “Oh.” And before I’ve even had time to say anything, he’s pulled me over him. I feel his tongue on my cock. I plunge balls deep, ignoring my earlier dedication to being a good lover. I am pure instinct. I feel it boiling over and pull back. I want to see it on him. But I don’t make it. I erupt straight into his mouth, and when I look, there’s only one place at the corner of his mouth where it’s leaking. He looks drunk, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I go down on him like I haven’t eaten in years, and feel his hands in my hair, guiding me. My name is like a litany, like a prayer as he repeats it, and his hips buck wildly underneath my mouth until, finally, I feel him coming down my throat. I swallow everything and crawl up to face him.

A trail of semen has trickled down his chin and I collect it with my finger. He looks surprised and eats it off my finger, and then he giggles. “I’m normally not such a messy eater.”

I kiss him. I can still taste myself on his tongue, and I wonder if he can taste himself on mine.

We lie on our sides, facing each other. He puts his arm around me, looks me in the eye again, and starts to giggle.

“Why are you laughing?” I demand.

Bastien shrugs, one-shouldered. “Because you’re going to be my favorite mistake and I’m never ever going to regret it.”

I boop his nose. “You’re just saying that because I went easy on you this round.”

“Promises, promises,” he says.

I roll onto my back and pull him against me. He kisses my shoulder.

“Now what?” I ask.

“I can’t believe I’m a lifelong bottom and I didn’t know what an anal orgasm was. Shit. This is my supervillain origin story. I’m pissed off at every man I ever slept with before you.”

I open my mouth to say Keep it that way, but I stop myself, because that’s a lot for right now. He leans over and touches my abs, my pecs, and kisses them both indiscriminately. I touch his hair lightly, and when he looks up at me with his gorgeous brown eyes, I let his infectious joy wash over me.

Chapter five

Bastien

Iwake up sore and stretched in all the right places. My clothes are draped over the desk chair in the corner, which is more or less where they landed when I threw them. Parts of me ache, and I’d almost pity my body for the abuse it got yesterday—except that it’s been possessed by the devil and is now demanding more.

Holy shit. We had three rounds last night and they were amazing. In the past, whenever I heard of people who based their relationships on sex, I thought, idiot. Now, I get it. Frankly, I’m pretty sure I should have based my life on sex. This level of satisfaction is completely unsustainable. I wonder if I’m going to become an addict now. Jesus.

Levi makes a small noise in his sleep and I freeze until his breath evens out. I turn my head and watch him sleep.

He’s not good at sleeping peacefully, which consoles me because, frankly, he was so good at everything last night that I was starting to get nervous around him. His jaw is set like he’s bracing for something, and there’s a line between his eyebrows that wasn’t there once all day yesterday, not even on the bike. Whatever he’s doing in there, he isn’t enjoying it. Awake he’s the handsomest man I’ve ever seen. Asleep he looks like somebody’s kid brother having a rough night.

Someday I’ll get married. My future husband will be kind and intelligent and he’ll share my interests, and I already know he won’t hold a candle to this.