Page 23 of Complications

I never wanted to give up the feeling, and I sure as shit never wanted to give up him.

Michel shifted me on his lap so he could more easily touch my painfully hard cock. Each brush of fabric against me was its own endless torture that I’d gladly come back for. His own stiffened dick pressed against my ass like a promise.

“I hope you’re gonna do something with that?” I kept my voice light so he couldn’t hear how desperately I wanted his answer to be yes.

I swallowed after the words, and his tongue traced the bob of my Adam’s apple. Another shiver hit me, my blood sizzling in my veins. With his arms wrapped around me and his mouth teasing the veins along my throat, it was hit or miss whether I’d embarrass myself before he even got a proper hand on me.

“Is that what you want?” he growled.

The seriousness of his tone brought me up short. I knew the unspoken part of the question. A yes meant no turning back. We both knew it, and there wasn’t any point pretending otherwise. But yeah, I wanted this. And him. Anyone who could calm the chaos that never stopped churning inside me wasn’t someone I’d walk away from. I pulled back so Michel could see my face before I answered.

“Yes.”

At that one word, his hand threaded through my hair and yanked my mouth down to his. His tongue swept into my mouth, sending sparks through me. I ground closer, his dick pressing against my ass, his hand closing around my cock. I’d give every part of myself over to him just to keep this moment alive.

I pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips. “We’re wearing too many clothes.”

It took everything I had to keep my voice light.

Michel reared back. I wanted to hide, but I couldn’t look away. His icy blue eyes wouldn’t let me.

“You’re not a good time.”

“Well, that’s too bad because I could show you a fantastic one.”

“Fuck me, but you’re more than that.”

Whatever I thought I was going to say got stuck in my throat. The words died before they made it out, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face there instead. The pulse point at the base of his throat teased my lips while his sandalwood and citrus aftershave drove me wild. It smelled rich and clean, but underneath it was just him.

“Up.”

His sharp tap on my hip snapped me back. I jumped from my perch. Without a word, Michel grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the office, then up the stairs to the very top of the townhouse. Right before he could pull me through the doorway, I dug my heels into the carpet.

He stopped immediately and looked back at me. His eyes were concerned, even with the tension still in his face.

“Are you sure?” My voice came out smaller than I meant it to. If it had been anyone else, I would’ve been pissed at myself. But Michel…he got it. Walking through that door meant something, and I needed to know it did for him too. God, I was annoying myself.

“I’m not a kid.” The snort that followed didn’t exactly help my case.

“Yeah, but Matteo takes his word seriously. He still sees you as that kid whose dad asked him to watch out for you.” He paused. “There is an age gap, you know.”

“What?” I rolled my eyes. “Barely.”

“Ten years is slightly more than barely.”

“I’ve been an adult for a while now.”

“I’m thirty-nine. Practically middle-aged.”

“Shut up. You’re not.”

The second the words left my mouth, I smashed my lips against his. Michel parted them immediately and took control. Our clothes were a goddamn problem. I needed skin. Needed to feel him, to press myself against him properly.

Still fused together, we stumbled into the bedroom and fell onto the bed. There was no talking because there was nothing left to say. We wanted each other. That was enough.

Our clothes disappeared before either of us had time to think. Hands and mouths everywhere, frantic, desperate. When Michel nuzzled along my throat and then down my chest, I thought I might lose my mind. His mouth found one nipple, then the other, sucking until I was wrecked with need. I wanted him everywhere. All at once.

My hands roamed his back until they found his hair. I threaded my fingers through it, letting the longer strands slip between them. When his hand closed around my cock, my grip tightened, and his self-satisfied chuckle filled the room.