The bedroom door closed behind them. Whatever line Connor Thorne had drawn for himself, he’d just crossed it with both feet.
No going back now.
For either of them.
CHAPTER 5
JULES
The bedroom doorclicked shut and Connor had him against it before Jules could take his next breath.
Connor’s hands pinned his wrists above his head, both of them caught in one large grip. The other hand found Jules’s jaw and forced his chin up.
“You don’t move unless I tell you to,” Connor said, mouth close enough that Jules felt the words against his lips. “Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
Jules’s cock throbbed. “Yes, sir.”
Connor kissed him, and it was all consuming. His tongue pushed past Jules’s lips and took, licking into his mouth with a hunger that had clearly been building since the front door. Maybe since the office. Or maybe even since the club.
Jules moaned into it and tried to pull his wrists free, wanting to touch, needing to get his hands on skin. Connor’s grip tightened, holding him in place.
“What did I just say?”
“Don’t move.” Jules was already panting. “I heard you. My body has other opinions.”
“Your body answers to me tonight.” Connor’s teeth found his earlobe. He bit down and Jules’s knees buckled. Connor pressed him harder against the door with his hips, holding him upright. “Every sound. Every reaction. Every time you come. Mine.”
The wordminedetonated in the space behind Jules’s ribs. He wanted to hear it again. Wanted Connor to brand it into his skin so he’d never have to wonder.
“Yours,” Jules said. “Yes. Now stop talking and finish what you started.”
Connor pulled back just far enough to look at him. Whatever internal war he’d been fighting about wanting a man, about wantingJules, it was over.
He released Jules’s wrists. “Strip, then get on the bed.”
Jules had his jeans off in seconds. Boxers with them. He backed toward the bed without looking away from Connor, who stood by the door watching him undress with an expression that made Jules feel like prey. Willing, desperate, utterly fucked prey.
He sat on the edge of the bed, naked, hard, his cock leaking against his stomach.
Connor pulled his henley over his head and Jules’s mouth went dry. He’d felt that chest against his own, but seeing it was different. Connor was big. Built with the kind of discipline that didn’t come from vanity but from a man who liked to control everything, even his own body. His shoulders were broad, his stomach flat and hard, and the trail of hair below his navel made Jules want to drop to his knees again and follow it with his tongue.
Connor pushed his slacks down. He was still hard, that gorgeous cock thick and heavy, curving up toward his stomach. Jules’s ass clenched at the sight because he wanted that inside him so badly he could barely think.
“Lie back,” Connor told him.
Jules did as told, spreading his legs without being asked. The way Connor stilled at the sight sent a surge of power through him that was intoxicating. He might have been the one submitting, but he was also the one making Connor Thorne lose his composure.
Both things could be true.
Connor came to the bed and climbed over him. The heat of his body was immediate and overwhelming. He settled between Jules’s thighs and their cocks pressed together. Jules groaned, his hips lifting to grind against the contact.
“I didn’t say you could move.”
“Then hold me down. Please, sir. I… I don’t know if I can stop trying to get more.”
