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I glanced at my phone to check the time, noticing there weren’t any text messages or missed calls.
We were still on. Whenever that would be.
God, with the tease in the men’s room earlier, I wasn’t sure I’d last long enough to get him up to my room once he got here. But I didn’t have any condoms or lube down here.
I cursed and headed up the stairs, which wasn’t an easy feat with my hard-on tenting my pants and causing them to stretch across my hips painfully. After grabbing a handful of what I needed just in case my impatience took over, I made my way back down and hid the items in a drawer by the entrance. I didn’t know why I bothered doing that when it was clear what I’d invited Preston over for.
I glanced out the window and cursed at the empty street before heading into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine. Something red. Bold yet smooth. I uncorked a bottle and reached for a glass before deciding,fuck it. Why bother?
Anticipation hummed through my veins as I lifted the bottle to my lips, wondering who the hell I’d turned into over the last week. Someone who couldn’t stop thinking about a guy half my age, a guy who’d always been completely off-limits, but now I couldn’t stop imagining my hands all over him.
A couple of long swallows later and the warmth of the wine heating my skin had me tearing at my tie, freeing the knot quickly and then unbuttoning the collar. It felt like I could suddenly breathe again—until the sound of my doorbell chimed through the empty house.
Instantly my pulse kicked up.
I set the bottle aside and then pulled the tie from around my neck, tossing it on the counter as I headed for the door. Need rode me hard, and I felt like I couldn’t get to the man on theother side of the wall fast enough. I should’ve just kept the door open for him—one less step to make me wait.
Again, I wondered if I’d lost my fucking mind. With my hand on the knob, I closed my eyes and forced myself to calm down so this wasn’t over before it started.
But when I opened the door and saw Preston standing there one moment and pushing past me the next, all thought of taking things slow flew out the window.
He was barely inside when I kicked the door shut and then backed him up against it. A soft grunt left him as his back hit the solid wood, and the restless hunger flashing in his eyes told me he was as on edge as I was.
There was one thing I wanted, though, before this got completely out of hand.
I took his chin between my thumb and forefinger and raised that gorgeous face a fraction, and when I leaned in and slid my tongue over his upper lip, Preston trembled and reached for my lapels.
“That night of the charity event, you took me off guard,” I whispered, nipping at his lower lip. “Not tonight, though. Give me your mouth. I want to taste you.”
Preston craned forward, crushing his lips up against mine. The order was one he was more than willing to obey as he parted his lips and let me inside.
I thrust my greedy tongue into the sweet recess of his mouth as he pulled me tight against him, and then I explored every inch of him the way I’d imagined doing since that night.
Preston groaned, tightening his hands around my jacket as he began to shove it off my shoulders. I shifted to help with the effort, and when it hit the floor, I reached for his and did the same.
There.One layer gone and only about a million more to go.
“Take off your shirt,” Preston said hoarsely as he leaned back against the door, his hair ruffled, his lips swollen.
It seemed I wasn’t the only one wishing our clothes away.
I unbuttoned my cuffs and pulled my shirt from my pants, then quickly unbuttoned the rest.
“Damn.” Preston reached down and palmed his thick length as I shrugged out of the shirt and tossed it to the floor. “I could come just from looking at you like that.”
“I know,” I said as I unbuttoned my pants. “You did that the other night.”
An unapologetic smirk hit his lips as his gaze roamed down to what my hands were doing.
“Want me to apologize?” Preston reached for his own zipper. “I could get down on my knees? Or whatever you want.”
“Yes, I seem to remember that offer.” I kicked my shoes and pants aside and got immense satisfaction over the way Preston’s busy hands faltered as I straightened in my black boxer briefs. “But I don’t want you on your knees just yet.”
I walked back to him and reached for his frozen hands. I batted them away, finished unzipping his pants, and shoved them down his hips.
“For now, I want your sweet ass, and that requires you turning around and facing the door.”
Preston’s eyes widened a fraction, and it felt good to finally catch him off guard. If he thought he’d be dealing with polite Mr. Carrington tonight, then he was in for one hell of a wake-up call.
