Page 78 of Black and Brown

Mirage cradled his jaw with both hands, tilting Grace’s head until he was staring into those soft cashmere-gray eyes.

I need you so fuckin’ bad right now. I want you in my bed all night, and this time, don’t leave before the sun rises.

Mirage paused with his mouth an inch from his.

Grace moaned with want.

Mirage brushed his soft, sweet lips against his. The kiss was so fucking gentle and full of affection and sincerity that it almost made Grace’s knees buckle.

Mirage, fuck.

Mirage whispered into his mouth, his warm breath like a summer breeze in the midst of a torrential storm.

He pulled away, their lips ghosting, hovering in anticipation.

“One hour,” Mirage murmured into his mouth. “I’ll come to you in one hour, Grace.”

Mirage

Mirage walked into Grace’s home, not bothering to knock.

He was more relaxed after a thirty-minute shower and fifteen minutes of jerking off.

He’d come twice, hoping that was enough to make him last more than five minutes when he sank inside Grace. He wanted to give him all he could take.

And just like the last time he’d entered Grace’s home, he smelled food.

“Why in God’s name are you cooking, Grace?”

Mirage dropped his overnight bag on the couch and went toward the kitchen.

“I was gonna go down to the cafeteria and grab us a couple of plates. It’s meatloaf night.”

“You call that shit-brick meatloaf?” Grace grumbled with his back to him while flipping some kind of seafood in a gleaming silver pan.

Mirage walked up behind Grace and loosely wrapped his arms around him.

The black silk pajama set he had on felt cool against his cheek.

“You didn’t have to make me a fancy dinner. I was gonna give it up anyway.”

Grace hummed in a way that sounded half-turned-on and half-humored.

“Cooking relaxes me, Mirage.”

Mirage’s dick began to harden at the sound of Grace’s voice, at the way he was speaking to him more and more. Only him…no one else.

“And it’s far from fancy. It’s a salmon salad.”

“That does sound better than meatloaf.”

He watched Grace add some butter and then twist off some sprouts of whatever herb was on a side plate.

“Can I help?”

Grace glanced over his shoulder, scowling down at him with one raised brow.

Mirage sucked his teeth.