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“You have no trouble keeping up with me,” he replied with a flirty smile.

Mason kissed him gently, pulling him closer. Was Zeb done with everything he wanted to say? Would they be okay? He had so many questions, but he was loving this kiss too much to ask them. It was slow and sensual, none of the fire from the past few days, and that was because it was a kiss between two people in love.

After getting Zeb ready, Mason couldn’t help but groan as he bottomed out inside him. He kissed him before licking his ear and getting those moans he loved to hear.

“Fuck me, Mason . . . I wanna feel it for days.”

Mason looked Zeb in the eyes. There was a fierce determination in them, so he snapped his hips, knocking the breath out of him. The wicked smile that appeared on Zeb’s face was all he needed to let go, and he pounded into Zeb at a frantic pace. They were all teeth and tongues as they kissed, while Mason didn’t let up, fucking Zeb as hard as he could. The cries of pleasure and his eyes rolling back were all the encouragement he needed to keep going. If he went too hard, he knew Zeb would tell him. They’d discussed this as he was prepping him. He’d said he loved it when Mason took it slow, but sometimes he just needed to be fucked into next week. And who was Mason to deny giving the man he loved what he wanted?

Zeb was tight around Mason’s cock, and he was already on the edge, but he wasn’t going to cum first.

“I want you to fuck me doggy,” Zeb panted.

Mason pulled out and flipped him over. Zeb tried to get on his knees, but Mason pushed him down flat. His hole was still open, so Mason slid straight back in and put his arm around Zeb’s neck, pulling him up. Mason continued to fuck him hard, while he tilted his head and possessed his mouth again with his tongue. He wanted to stay close to him.

“Fuck, Mason . . . I’m so close . . . please . . . I need . . . I need . . .”

Zeb let out a cry of pleasure, and his hole tightened around Mason, pushing him off the cliff as well. He continued to thrust hard as his cock pulsed inside Zeb, filling him up, then his body collapsed on top of him. He went to use his elbows to push himself up, not wanting to crush him.

“I want to feel your weight on top of me,” said Zeb. “And stay inside me as long as you can.”

Mason could think of no place he’d rather be.

CHAPTER 23

ZEB

21st December

It was time to return to New York. They’d stayed longer than planned, but when Zeb had asked if they could stay another couple of days, he hadn’t known about the problems with the Delaune party. Mason said he didn’t care. When Catherine Delaune demanded he return to serve them, he canceled their booking and refunded them the full balance. It would have been difficult for them to find another high-end establishment on the Saturday before Christmas, at such short notice.

Zeb hadn’t been able to speak for a couple of seconds. Mason had spent time reassuring him that it had been his decision, and he’d only pandered to the Delaune’s demands because of their link to Sebastian. A quick phone call to London and Sebastian fully supported his decision. Mason had then spent the entire weekend showing Zeb how much he loved him. His ass ached, as did his whole body, but there were zero complaints.

While they recovered between rounds, Mason made them food, and they shared more about their lives before they knew each other. Zeb knew Mason came from an unremarkable middle-class family. Both his parents had good jobs, but there had never been an abundance of cash. They’d worked their asses off to pay for Mason’s and Leo’s education. It was why the two brothers had made sure they wouldn’t want for anything in their retirement.

Before they drove back to New York in the afternoon, he had an appointment to keep. He’d not told Mason where he was going, just that it was a surprise, and that they would meet later. He hadn’t asked questions, just said he was going to make some bread so they’d have sandwiches for the journey home. Zeb was surprised he’d been able to get this appointment at short notice, but he wasn’t complaining. Once he’d decided, he didn’t want to spend time overthinking it.

“I didn’t think our paths would cross again so soon, Mr. Carter.”

“How do you know my surname?”

“I have my ways,” said Dante, with a smile. “Shall we?” he asked, gesturing to a sofa.

Zeb laughed and then nodded. Dante passed him a tablet with the design. It was even better than he’d imagined in his head.

“Wow. This is amazing. It’s so beautiful,” said Zeb.

“I know.”

Zeb shook his head with a laugh. This guy was something else, but you couldn’t question his talent as an artist.

“Have you decided where you want it?” asked Dante.

“Yeah.”

“Excellent. Get yourself ready, so I can mark that virgin skin of yours.”

Zeb snorted. “I wouldn’t say that in front of Mason.”