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The temptation to fuck him into the mattress was strong, but this was even better—his mouth moving with mine as languidly as our hips moved together. I slid in and out of him, the slick heat making me dizzy, but I wasn’t chasing an orgasm. Not yet. Just being against him, over him, inside him—this was perfect. This was everything.

Home. This was home.

In bed with Connor, the whole world locked outside and nothing between us but heat. No cameras. No rumors. No opinions. All that existed was two men getting as close as physically possible, losing ourselves in each other.

Just like when we’d been kissing in the living room, though, we steadily picked up speed. Our hips moved together faster. Our kisses deepened. Our breathing became sharp gasps between frantic, hungry kisses. What began as gentle and quiet turned urgent and hard, the bedframe creaking with every thrust.

Connor broke the kiss and dropped back on the pillow. “Fuck me until you come,” he pleaded. “Please, baby. Come in me.”

I almost did then and there. Somehow, though, I held on to my fraying control. I sat up, grabbed his hips, and railed him for all I was worth. I pounded into that beautiful ass, driven on by his pleas and curses and near sobs as he pumped himself furiously.

And then, just like that, I was coming, crying out absolute nonsense as I tried to get as deep as he could take me. My whole world went white for a few seconds, and nothing existed except heat and bliss and release and his low voice egging me on.

I slumped over him, gulping in air as I tried to collect myself. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me all the way down, and I rested against his chest, eyes closed and heart still racing.

“You are so hot,” he said, stroking my hair. “You know that?”

I laughed drunkenly. “You make me this hot.”

He just chuckled and kissed the top of my head. I pushed myself up and raked my eyes down his body. His dick was still hard, and he started stroking it again, grinning up at me.

I returned the grin. “You still need to come.”

“Uh-huh.” He looked me up and down just like I had him. “Pretty sure that won’t be a problem for you.”

“Absolutely won’t be.” I nudged his hand out of the way and took over, stroking him between us as we breathlessly made out. I rocked my hips just enough to keep my still-hard dick moving inside him, and I was rewarded with a soft, helpless moan.

“Madars…”

“Come for me,” I murmured. “Mmm, baby, I know you’re almost there. I can feel it.”

The choked sound he made was too sexy for words. His fingers twitched on the back of my neck, and he rocked his hips, driving himself through my fist and fucking himself on my cock.

“That’s it,” I whispered. “God, yeah, that’s so hot. Let me feel you come.”

As soon as I said the words this time, he did exactly that, shuddering hard as he clenched around my dick and shot cum all over my hand and both our stomachs. I watched him fall apart, dizzy with wonder that I could do this to him. He was so damn sexy anyway, and when he came—when he absolutely unraveled in my arms while I drove him on—I was mesmerized.

With a ragged sigh, he relaxed. I slowed my hips and hand to a stop so I wouldn’t overstimulate him, and I just gazed at him as he came back down to earth.

He was the most beautiful, amazing man I’d ever met, and I was holding him like this. Buried inside him while he trembled from the orgasm I’d given him.

I didn’t know how things would play out. What professional adjustments we’d have to make if we wanted to make this work.

In that moment, all I knew was that I had Connor.

And I truly was the luckiest man alive.

CHAPTER 32

CONNOR

Lying beside Madars, thoroughly fucked and blissed out, it was hard to imagine anything was off-kilter in our world.

That uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach, though, made sure I knew something definitely was off-kilter. Both of our careers were potentially in limbo at this point. More his than mine, which made the guilt burrow deeper beneath my skin.

And yet…

“You’re non-negotiable,” he’d said.