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“You don’t really believe that,” Bennett said softly, confidently. “Because if you did, I wouldn’t be standing here right now.”

Nico blinked a few times, his lips parting a fraction to reveal his surprise. “Are you calling me a liar to my face? Not many would dare to do something so stupid.”

“Have those people sucked your dick in the back of a nightclub? Taught you to skate? Have they been underneath you, while your dick pounded their ass?”

“Stai zitto!” Nico growled.

Bennett ignored him and lowered his voice as he leaned a little closer. “Have they kissed you? Heard you whisper words that sound like Italian endearments? Have they had you carry them to bed and worry about their injured knee⁠—”

Nico surged and captured Bennett’s mouth with his, cutting off the words. The kiss had zero warm-up. Hard and aggressive, Nico’s tongue shoved deep into Bennett’s mouth, while Bennett gripped Nico’s waist, steadying himself as he vigorously kissed the other man back. Yes, this was what he wanted, what he needed—Nico kissing him like the world was on fire and they had only minutes to live.

Nico cradled Bennett’s head and adjusted the angle, trapping him, and Bennett had never been so happy to be trapped. His brain swam in a rush of desire he was powerless to stop. It had been seconds and he already felt heavy, his head full of cotton. It was so good, not having to think or worry for minutes at a time.

“Fuck,” he breathed when Nico began kissing along his jaw, his throat. When Nico’s teeth scraped Bennett’s collarbone—painfully—a white-hot bolt of lust shot through Bennett’s groin, causing his hips to rock, seeking, and he found Nico fully hard. He thrust again and the sensation of their shafts rubbing, grinding together, even through clothing, was almost a religious experience. “God, yes.”

Nico uttered a string of Italian as his hands slid south, below to Bennett’s ass, then he was pulling their hips together, shoving up against him on the glass. Now Bennett was pinned between the cold window and Nico’s hot frame, and all he wanted was more. The office desk seemed like forever ago, even though it had been just days, and Bennett hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it, fantasizing about being held down and filled when he jerked off. And even though repeating it was a terrible idea, he needed Nico. Right now.

“Bedroom,” he murmured.

Nico kissed him again, slower this time, but Bennett wanted this fast. His skin felt electric, every cell jumpy and alive, which was embarrassing, but embarrassment was for later. All that mattered was getting naked and having Nico inside him again, hitting the perfect spot that made Bennett see stars. He kissed Nico with urgency, his fingers moving to Nico’s belt.

Nico grabbed his wrist, stopping him. “Always rushing,” Nico said, then brought Bennett’s hands up above his head, trapping them against the glass. “And who said I will fuck you again?”

Jesus, the idea that Nico might refuse, that it might not happen, made Bennett want to fall to his knees and beg. But he was tired of feeling like he was the only one who wanted this, when he knew perfectly well it wasn’t the case. Nico was just as turned on, his breathing just as fast. Their dicks were equally hard. Maybe it was time for Nico to beg.

Bennett chased Nico’s lips, capturing them, while at the same time he wrapped one leg around the back of Nico’s thigh and used his strong lower body to bring their pelvises together. And their dicks. Nico grunted into his mouth, thrusting once, and Bennett nearly smiled.

“I know what you are doing,” Nico said before another thrust, and sparks rushed through Bennett’s lower half, settling in his balls.

“What am I doing?” Low and raspy, Bennett’s voice was barely recognizable, even to his own ears.

“Trying to get me to fuck you. With my cousin staying one floor below us. Who still has a key to the penthouse and could come back at any time.”

Bennett sucked Nico’s earlobe into his mouth, bit gently. “Will he come in without knocking?”

“I fucking hope not.”

Bennett’s hips were shamelessly rocking now, his body singularly focused on chasing the high only this man could provide. Nothing else mattered. He felt disoriented, delirious. Drugged. Like this had to happen or he might die. “No one will know. We’ll be fast.”

Nico stepped back and Bennett nearly stumbled forward. He caught himself and stared at the other man, confused.

But then Nico said the words Bennett had been dying to hear: “Bedroom. Now.”

Bennett pushed off from the glass and tried to walk as calmly as his rock-hard dick would allow. He felt lightheaded as he entered the enormous bedroom. Nico was right behind him, shutting the door and closing them in. “Take off your clothes,” Nico ordered as he disappeared into the ensuite bathroom.

Bennett kicked off his shoes and removed his t-shirt, then he unbuttoned his jeans. Grabbing the waistband, he stripped them down his hips and legs, along with his briefs. He stepped out of the clothes and left them on the ground. Completely naked, he crawled onto the bed just as Nico returned with condoms and lube.

Bennett was actually impressed. “Thank god you travel with supplies.”

“I don’t travel much at all. These condoms are probably expired.” He tossed the things onto the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt, all while his eyes dragged over Bennett’s exposed skin.

“I’m clean. I was tested after . . . ” Bennett waved his hand. They both knew what he meant.

“Your dry couch fuck?”

“Fuck off.” He reached for his own cock and wrapped his fingers around the shaft, stroking. He was pleased to have Nico’s full attention, so Bennett let his thighs fall open and used his free hand to cup his balls, tugging on them.

Nico huffed and shrugged out of his shirt. There wasn’t much light coming in the windows this high up, but it was enough to see the ripple of muscles. Nico was so solid, so big—not hockey big, but like a regular man who took care of himself. Strong enough to manhandle a professional athlete.