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“I really need to forget everything for a bit. To be taken away….” He kissed me. Spoke right into my mouth. My weak spot. “But mostly, I want to know who you are. What you do. I know you’re dangerous. I know you hurt people. I know you’re everything I shouldn’t want, but…” His breath shuddered against my lips. “But fuck, I want you. Not the version the world sees. You. I want a chance to find out what this is, without the world crowding in. And maybe…” Tristan lowered his gaze. “You’d let me have you if you take that.” He nodded to the foil packet. “With me.”

He could talk circles around me sober. On Mandy? I didn’t stand a chance.

So I cupped the back of his neck. “I don’t need a chemical high to give you what you’re asking for.”

“I’m asking for you.”

“I know.”

Tristan inhaled sharply.

I leant in, smoothing my mouth over his, my pulse climbing sluggish and heavy in my throat. “You want me to make sure you forget everything but me? I’ll do it. Just ask me. But I won’t do it with drugs.”

“Is it a code of ethics you swear by?”

“Yes.”

He kissed me. “Then give me you.”

“Alright.” I kissed him back, leaning up into him. “You got me for a bit. To do what you want. Give you what you want. So you won’t go for…that.” I threw the packet away to the sofa.

Tristan smiled. And maybe all that had been a test of his. To see if I would. See what kind of man I was when no one was watching. So I showed him. I kissed him. And fuck…he was supposed to be someone to pass the time with. A distraction. An indulgence. That was the lie I’d been telling myself. But his mouth… his mouth ruined that straight away. Too soft. Too certain. Too fucking good. Then he tugged my T-shirt up and over my head, let it fall wherever, and kissed me again. Sweet. So unexpectedly sweet it knocked my chest loose.

And right there, with his mouth on mine and his hands warm against my skin, I knew it wasn’t, had never been, just about passing the time.

Tristan shifted on my lap, sliding his palms up my torso, and every nerve lit. I sucked a breath through my teeth as he wriggled down my body, kissing every inch of me. The world went thick and honeyed around the edges as I threaded my fingers through his hair. And even that, even his fucking hair, had me in pieces. Because he was so damn polished and preened and fucking perfect. Especially on his knees, right between my legs, taking off my shoes, jeans, underwear. And suddenly I was sitting back on my sofa, completely naked, hard as sin, while Tristan licked every fucking inch of my eager dick.

“Jesus, Tricky…”

He took me whole into his mouth, and heat detonated through me. Fast, bright, vicious. My whole body lit up as his tongue dragged me under.

I did not need to be high for this. Didn’t want to be hight for this.

“Fuck—” I grappled for purchase.

He sucked slowly at first, as if he wanted to feel every pulse of me against his tongue. Then he went deeper, sliding his lips down my shaft. I gripped his hair, not to guide him, just to hold on. And he hummed around me, the vibration dragging a full-body shiver out of me. Jesus. Every breath he took felt as if it pulled me further into him.

“Tricky…Slow down or I’m—”

He took more of me, as if he couldn’t get enough. Eyes half-lidded, cheeks hollowing as he sucked me deeper, wetter, harder. Spit smeared across his lips, down my shaft, dripping onto his chin. Each drag of his mouth was unreal. The room glowed around the edges. My pulse hammered through every part of me he touched, and pressure coiled low in my stomach, fast and brutal.

“Tris, fuck—”

And just the way he moaned around my cock, how I throbbed on his tongue, heat rising, building, I knew I was in the danger zone. Then he looked up at me while he kept sucking, lips stretched around me, eyes saying, give it to me and I was gone. I slapped my head on the back of the sofa arched into his throat, clutching this hair as heat snapped like a live wire, and fucking drained myself down his throat.

Tristan pulled off me with a wet drag of his mouth, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and looked up, face flushed and hungry. “Have I still got you?”

Fuck. Yes.

Too much, if anything.

I’d just emptied myself down his throat, yet my cock was already swelling again, thickening, twitching, the look he was giving me shoving heat back into my veins. He twisted want even deeper, softer, more dangerous than anything I’d ever let myself feel. And suddenly I couldn’t sit still.

I grabbed his chin, dragged him up, kissing him hard as I hauled him onto his feet. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, legs cinching around my waist without even being asked, and I carried him, stumbling, half-laughing, half-moaning, through the flat to my bed where I laid him down.

“Take off your clothes.”

He obliged, shoving out of his trousers and underwear while I yanked open the drawer, grabbing whatever I could get my hands on. Condoms. Lube.