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He deepens our connection, licks my tongue, and holds my head tight. He runs his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp.

Luckily, he catches the moan I can’t hold back.

Damn, he feels too good, too real.

We rip our clothes off and Evan pulls me into his bedroom with the silk sheets. They are cold against my heated skin as we fall onto them. I catch only glimpses of his tattoo-covered skin. Alongside the ones I recognize, new ones have apparently been added. I can’t bring myself to look at them. I’m drawn to his mouth. I want to be as close to him as possible.

“I’ve missed you so much.” His words are rough. They come out in short, choppy bursts.

That I feel the same way is irrelevant. I can’t tell him that.

He runs his hand down my back, all the way to my ass. My cock takes over. Or rather, it stops me from thinking.

We grind against each other, kissing frantically. I don’t know what to do first. Kiss every inch of his divine body? Lick him until I’ve tasted every crease, every ridge, every valley on him?

Evan slides between us and wraps his hand around my erection. “Can I . . . ” he repeats.

Apparently, I still can’t speak because I reach out with my hand and wrap it around both of us. He pushes it away. Slowly, he strokes us together.

Quickly, hastily, he drives us toward climax.

That familiar tingle running down my spine gathers in my balls. I cup Evan’s cheek, wanting to hold on to this moment. I cling to him as he mixes our pre-cum, using it as lubricant.

After a few strokes, I come over his hand. I moan in frustration into our kiss. Evan follows me immediately. I force my eyes open to see the expression on his face as he comes down. His face is bathed in relaxed bliss for a brief moment.

It’s the most beautiful sight in the whole world. Seeing him again is the best gift.

His sigh brushes lightly over me.

“Fuck. That was good.”

I smile at his words. It sure was.

Evan plants little kisses on my nose and my forehead and runs his clean hand ever so gently over my upper arm. The hairs on my skin all over my body stand on end.

He pulls me close to him. Our cum sticks between us.

A sudden chill sweeps through the air surrounding us.

“I should go,” I murmur against his shoulder.

Evan leans back slightly and nods. The tension has returned to his expression. “Yeah, I have to go, too. To meet Valentina.”

I can’t help but let out a slightly amused snort. Dammit. What have we done? “Right.” What a mess. “I need to wash up real quick.”

“The bathroom’s right next door.” Evan finally lets go of me, and I climb out of bed. As fast as I can, I run into the living room and hastily gather up my clothes, which are scattered all over the place.

On my way back, Evan is pulling a bathrobe out of his closet. With my eyes downcast, I walk past him.

In the bathroom, I jump right into the shower. That’s faster than trying to wash up awkwardly at the sink.

In less than three minutes, I’m dressed again. When I open the door from the en suite bathroom to the bedroom, Evan is standing right there and pulls me into his arms. “Sorry, that was rushed.”

Helplessly, I shrug. “It’s okay.”

“When will I see you next?”

I push him away. “At the office?”