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But the exact microsecond my skin connects with his, every ounce of reason leaves my stupid brain.

His skin is hot, smooth, and slightly damp from sweat.

Cillian freezes at my touch, his breath catching in his throat as he looks up at me, probably as surprised as I am.

And does the damn Prince back off?

Not a chance.

Instead, he throws his entire weight forward, pressing his naked body against me, and I completely lose it.

Our bodies crash, and our arms wrestle, shoving against each other. Our breathing turns ragged as our bodies tangle, both of us fighting for leverage.

For control.

“You are a fucking asshole, Knox,” Cillian pants, hooking his leg around mine as he tries to trip my footing. But I train with MMA champions… so good luck with that.

“And you are completely insufferable,” I say, wrapping my arms behind his neck to pin him, my chest heaving against his.

“Ha! Yeah, I am insufferable… and still, you’re dying to be inside me.”

“You wouldn’t last a second with me inside of you.” I laugh mockingly, curling my arm tighter. “Hell, you wouldn’t last a minute with my hand.”

“Please,” he scoffs. “I probably wouldn’t even feel it.”

And with that, I make the second colossal mistake of the night.

I grab Cillian by the waist, flip him around, and slam his back against my chest, caging him against my body and the couch.

Fuck, he feels incredible.

His ass grinds against my hard-on, but I hold him tight.

I reach down, with my right hand, my fingers wrapping around his cock.

“Yes…!” he moans loudly.

Maybe too loud for two a.m., and no matter how big this mansion is, I am pretty sure if he keeps moaning this way, someone will eventually hear.

So I move my left hand up, covering his mouth with my palm, and muffle his gasps.

Then, I start stroking him with a pace born of a week’s worth of fucking frustration.

Cillian rests his back against my chest.

His eyes flutter shut, his head falling back against my shoulder as his hips begin to thrust, chasing the friction of my hand.

“Looks to me like you’re feeling my hand all right, little Prince.”

“Ahhh… yes…” he moans, but my palm muffles the words.

His body shakes, and I feel the exact moment his muscles coil, his breath hitching against my palm.

He is close.

I pick up the pace, pushing him over the edge until his body spasms against mine. He finishes, moaning against my palm, and his weight goes limp in my arms.

I dump him onto the bed, and I am shocked by how much I want to crawl over him and bury myself inside him.