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“Look at me. I want to see you.”

His eyes open, and their intensity draws all of me inside him. It isn’t just my cock anymore; my spirit is in him too. We’re connected body, mind, and soul.

He gasps. “Yes!”

I drill him faster. His cock is between us, and I wrap my hand around it, stroking him in time with my thrusts. A moment later, he comes with a primitive cry as his dick pulses in my hand.

I bury my face in his neck and groan as my orgasm washes over me, wave after wave of pleasure as I fill him with cum.

Afterward, we lie still, our limbs tangled, struggling to catch our breath. I brush the sweat-damp hair from his forehead and ask, “You okay?”

He nods, his eyes already heavy. “Much better than okay. This is perfect.”

“You’re all I need, baby.”

We lie quietly for a while, listening to the sounds of the city below.

“You know,” he says. “When I was holding the Cup, all I could think about was getting home to you.”

The sudden lump in my throat makes it hard to speak. “I was thinking the same thing.”

He yawns as his body relaxes against me.

I pull him closer. “Sleep now. You’ve earned it.”

He’s already drifting away, and I watch him, trying to memorize the peaceful look on his face.

This is what I want most, more than the glory of winning. I need quiet moments when the world falls away, and it’s just Kai and me together.

I kiss his forehead before I drift off, wrapped around the man I love.

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

KAI

Ozzy gives me an uncharacteristically shy smile and grazes a hand down my arm. “Thank you for bringing me as your date.”

“Who else would I bring?”

“I don’t know. Who do you usually bring?”

The question is so unlike him, a flicker of insecurity I rarely see. “Never brought a date before. You’re the first.”

“I’m honored then.”

I motion toward the door. “Let’s go.”

Nico and Packy’s place is full of players, wives, boyfriends, and girlfriends. Enthusiastic greetings welcome us as we go inside.

Packy walks up, beaming at us. “Glad you made it, guys.” He gives me a big hug, then turns to Ozzy. “Good to see you, Olofsson. Kai wouldn’t let you out of it, eh?”

Ozzy’s wearing a big grin, the bashfulness nowhere to be seen. “No such luck. How are you, Paquette?”

They exchange a proper, manly hug, and Packy says, “I’m well. Nico’s around here somewhere. Let’s get you some drinks.”

He takes us to a bar set up in a nearby alcove, and once I have my San Pellegrino with lemon and Ozzy has a beer, we make our way around the party.

“Kai! Oskar!” Theo’s voice cuts through the din, and he waves us over.