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My breathing is erratic, and my heart is beating so fast I should probably be worried it’s going to overheat at any moment.

“Oh shit,” I gasp when he moves and drags the tip of his pointer finger up the length of my cock.

My entire body trembles as I try to fight off the inevitable.

When he gets to the tip, he swipes through the bead of moisture before bringing it to his lips.

I swear, my eyes nearly bug out as he pushes that single digit into his mouth and licks it clean, tasting me.

He makes a satisfied moan before dropping his hand again.

This time, he doesn’t just tease me with his finger; instead, he wraps his giant hand around me. The heat of his skin is scorching. That, his grip, the slow stroke he gives me, and the way his dark eyes stare at me with so much desire clouding them—I’m fucking gone.

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His cock is like silk beneath my hand as I stroke him, my eyes feasting on the way his abs pull tight and his thighs quiver with the need to come.

He said he was riding a knife’s edge, and I believe him.

“Fuck, Nash,” he grunts, his hips lifting from where they’re resting on the top step. “Fuck. Fuck.”

I look up just in time to see him throw his head back, and then I glance down again as his cock pulsates in my hand, cum spurting across his stomach as he cries out in pleasure.

Holy shit.

He really was that close.

I stare at him in awe. My touch has never affected anyone so potently before. It’s…mind-blowing.

My fingers twitch, and my eyes are locked on his softening cock. I wonder if this was a one-time-only kind of thing, or if it will happen again.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I’m not usually so…early to the party,” Garrett says nervously.

Lifting my gaze, I find his eyes filled with nothing but embarrassment and shame.

Something crackles between us. Something I’m not going to even attempt to decipher.

Instead, I focus on what I want. What I’ve been craving for weeks—no, months.

Tonight might be unexpected, but I’m not letting him get away before I’ve had my fill.

I need it—him—so fucking badly.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I say, tucking my hands under his arms and hauling him up with me.

The second we’re on our feet, I pin him against the wall, pressing the length of my body against his.

I’m hard again. Painfully so.

He whimpers as I duck to kiss him, the cum that’s splattered over his stomach soaking into my shirt.

“Come on,” I mutter, finding his hand and towing him down the hallway toward my bedroom.

He follows obediently—not that I was expecting anything else. The thought of him doing everything he’s told makes my cock harder than fucking steel.

The second we’re inside my bedroom, I tug him in front of me.