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I followed him to a quiet corner of the room. He stopped and stared down at me, a rare hesitance in his eyes.His fingers lightly curled around my bicep, and I inhaled sharply, goosebumps spreading over my skin at his touch.The way this man affected me was like nothing else.
“I want to speak to you privately, if that’s acceptable to you.”
“Yeah, of course that’s acceptable. Where? There’s a café just down the road.”
“No. Private.” The way he emphasised “private” made my eyes widen. “Do you want to come to mine when you’ve finished here? My flat’s close by.”
Did I want to see the space that Dr. Killian Wilder called his home? Yes, yes, I did.
“Okay. I’ll probably stay another half an hour or so, but I could come after that?”
Killian nodded. “Take as long as you need. I’ll text you the address.”
10
Iglanced around me, taking in Killian’s flat. It was an open-plan space on the top floor of a Victorian building, with battered original wooden floorboards and walls painted in a soft, creamy grey. The kitchen area was more modern, with pale grey polished stone worktops and glossy blue cupboards, and there was a leather sofa and a large armchair at the far end of the space in front of a TV and sound system. It was gorgeous, but as I looked around, I couldn’t help feeling as if it was staged, like no one really lived inside. There were no photos. No ornaments or books cluttering the shelves, other than a hefty business studies hardcover on the wooden coffee table that looked as if it could double up as a weapon.
“This is nice.”
“Joshua.”
“Yeah?” I turned to see Killian casually leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest. My heart beat faster.
“I didn’t invite you here to admire the decor.”
“No?” I took a step towards him, then another. His gaze darkened, turning hungry as he raked it all over me, leaving me feeling exposed and completely fucking breathless. My own gaze dropped from his face to the large bulge between his legs, trapped within the jeans I wanted to peel from his strong thighs. Fuck. I needed him again. This was becoming an obsession, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
But I couldn’t resist him.
“No,” he confirmed, a dark smile on his lips. “Come here.”
When I was right in front of him, he unfolded his arms.
“Do you know what I thought when I saw you in those shorts and leg warmers, even with this monstrosity—” He plucked at one of the strings of my cerise hoodie. “—covering the best parts?”
“No.” Placing my hand on his chest, I pressed my hips into his. I wanted him so badly. “But you’re going to tell me.”
“Yes, I am.” He lowered his head, his mouth going to my ear. “I thought you looked. So. Fucking. Sexy.” He punctuated each word with a nip to the shell of my ear, his hot breath sending tingles across my skin. “All I could think about was doing this.”
His mouth went to my throat, his hand gripping my jaw and tilting my head to the side. He kissed down the side of my neck and then let go of me. But only for a second. He curved his fingers around the hem of my hoodie and lifted it over my head, leaving me in my microfibre black dance shorts, baby blue leg warmers, and a matching blue T-shirt that was cropped just above my navel.
A groan fell from Killian’s lips as his gaze seared me. “Fucking hell, Joshua. You make my dick so fucking hard.”
My stomach flipped, and my dick jerked. “Kiss me. Please.” I cupped the back of his neck, pulling him forwards, and then we were kissing, properly kissing, mouths and tongues meeting over and over again, hot and so fucking frantic as we raced to divest ourselves and each other of enough of our clothes that we could fuck. Killian lifted me into his arms, not breaking our kiss as he staggered over to the sofa. It was a blur of hands and mouths and his hard body against mine, and then he was opening me up, producing a condom and lube from nowhere as he plunged his fingers in and out of me, readying me for his cock in record time. I panted against his throat as he gripped my hips, angling me the way he wanted me, and then I was finally sinking down onto his big, thick erection.
“Oh, fuck. Finally,” I moaned, my head falling back as he sucked a bruise into my chest. I’d get questions about it, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I wanted his marks on me.
“You feel so fucking good around my cock. So fucking tight and hot.” He thrust up as I thrust down. “I want to fuck you so hard.”
“Do it. Please,” I panted. “Fuck me so good that I can still feel you tomorrow.”
With a growl, he lifted me off him and manhandled me onto my knees, facing the back of the sofa, my hands clasping the backrest. Without any warning, he tugged my thighs farther apart and then plunged back inside. We both groaned as he fucked me hard and fast, so deep and so good, his cock at the perfect angle to make me see stars.
“I’m so close.” Fuck. He felt incredible. I couldn’t get enough.
“Come for me, Joshua,” he commanded in a low rasp, and that did it. My cock jerked, shooting all over the back of his leather sofa, pumping out my release, completely untouched.
“Your turn to come for me, Dr. Wilder,” I rasped with what remained of my breath.
