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“You did?”

“Yeah. After Rory left, I texted him. He said we could come in and talk about it first thing in the morning.”

“Do you understand why it matters to me?”

“I just wish you didn’t think it was necessary.”

“But I appreciate you understanding anyway.”

“My only request,” Emmie said quietly, “is that there be an endpoint. I don’t care if it’s a year, or two, or five. I just need to know there’s an endpoint because I fall in love with you again every single day. And I need to know you believe that.”

“I can agree to that.”

Emmie threaded his fingers through my long hair. He gathered the strands until he was cradling my head in his hands and drew me forward. His kiss was soft and gentle. When he pulled back, the smile on his lips reached his eyes.

“Thank you for compromising with me.” I leaned forward and kissed him. “I love you.” Another one. “You are everything I never imagined I could have.”

With a groan, Emmie captured my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue brushed against my lips, asking for access, and I willingly gave it to him. He mapped familiar territory, and each thrust reminded me what I had to look forward to.

“Sweet boy, I’m going to need you to stand up,” Emmie said when he finally drew back.

Emmie’s kisses left me weak in the knees, and I staggered to my feet as his hands roamed from the top of my chest to the waistband of my sleep pants.

“Sweetheart, take your shirt off for me.”

I whipped it over my head and tossed it somewhere on the floor. Emmie chuckled because he knew I regretted it the second I did it.

“Yes, you can go grab it.”

I pretended to huff in annoyance, but I went to pick it up and place it neatly on the floor. While I was there, he nodded toward my pants, and I took those off too.

I walked back between his knees. His hands went immediately to my waist. His mouth followed, licking its way up my chest until he reached my nipples, licking, sucking, and biting until they were sharp and aching. His fingers dug into my waist, then slid down my thighs and around to cup my ass.

My cock was already hard, growing steelier by the second and dripping sticky precum. Emmie grabbed a towel that appeared out of nowhere, pushed me back slightly, then stood.

He nodded toward the chair. “I want to taste that peach.”

I scrambled onto the chair, knees braced against the arms, ass in the air. If I was supposed to be embarrassed, I missed the memo. I knew I was about to be a very happy man.

Emmie traced two fingers between the crack of my ass, skimming over the rosebud that felt like it held all my secrets. He jacked my cock a few times, watching the sticky precum collect, then paused long enough to suck his fingers into his mouth.

“Sweetheart, you’re fucking delicious.”

He traced his fingers over my ass again, this time stopping to tease me.

“Emmie, please don’t make me wait.”

Instead of answering, he pressed his mouth to me. My gasp echoed around the room. I felt, rather than heard, his chuckle before he did it again and again. His tongue explored every inch, licking, sucking, kissing. Finally, his mouth settled against me, his tongue circling the outer ring of muscle until my body relaxed enough to let him inside.

When his tongue finally thrust into me, every nerve in my body went on high alert. Sensations coursed through me that I didn’t have words for. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was groan, animalistic and helpless, overwhelmed by how good he made me feel.

My body felt like it was floating and on the edge of exploding all at once, and I didn’t know how to balance the two sensations. All I knew was that I never wanted it to stop. Emmie’s tongue continued to push inside me over and over until I was close to the edge. My cock leaked onto the covered seat beneath me, and my back bent like a bow in a mindless attempt to find relief.

“Emmie…Emmie…Emmie,” I chanted while the man who held my heart with such care drove me out of my damn mind. His hand tugged my cock while his mouth worked my ass.

It was all too much. I exploded across his fist, but even as the ropes of cum spilled out of me, his mouth never left me. When the last pulse faded, he stayed there, and I was left shaking.

“Need to feel you. Please, Emmie. Mark me,” I gasped.