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And then it hits me. “Macey...are you naked right now?”
“I...no.”
I slide my hand down his back and over his very bare arse. “Liar.”
“Stop that,” he murmurs, even as his arse pushes back against my hand.
I do what he asks though and lift my hand away, chuck- ling at the little whimper he lets out. I have no doubt if I could see his face it’d be arranged in a scowl right now.
“What’s the big deal?” I press. “So, you’re naked. You’ve seen me naked.” I give a shrug, although he obviously can’t see it in the dark.
“I didn’t ask for that. You inflicted it on me.”
I let out a wry chuckle at that. “My nakedness in the gift. You should count yourself lucky to be honoured by it.”
“There’s this thing called modesty. Maybe you should try it.”
“I have nothing to be modest about. As you’ve seen.” “I didn’t really look.”
I let out a bark of laughter at that. “Liar. Fair’s fair, you
know. Maybe I should just turn this light on myself.” I’m a little alarmed at how badly I want to see him. The mere thought of his naked body has my dick throbbing painfully. It’s ridiculous—this isJack Macey.But...he’s hot. And that’s something I’ve always known, even if I’ve buried the knowledge as deep as possible.
“No, don’t!”
“Come on, Macey. What are you so shy about?” I ask. “Are you covered in boils or something?” I know the answer to that of course, from the brief touches I’ve had I can already tell his skin’s smooth as silk.
“No.”
“You’re green from the waist down because of some freak dye accident?”
“No. Just let it go, arsehole.”
“Drunken tattoo of a unicorn fucking a squirrel on your chest?”
“What? No.”
I reach down and curl my fingers around his stiff, pulsing dick, giving it a stroke that prompts Jack to let out a soft gasp. “Is this what you didn’t want me to see?”
“Stop it,” he murmurs, entirely unconvincingly. This time I don’t pull away, though. He knows what to say if he really wants this to end.
“You have a safe word, Macey. Use it and I’ll stop.”
“I....shit, what the hell are you doing to me?” he groans, sounding almost defeated.
I honestly don’t even know. I don’t know why I came in here. I don’t know why I didn’t leave. I don’t know why I needed to know why the lights are off. And I sure as hell don’t know why I’m touching his dick. I just know I don’t want to stop. I can’t say all that, though, so I opt for the smartarse response. “I’m stroking your dick.”
“Not what I meant, arsehole.”
Deciding it’s time to stop with the chit chat, I reach for the back of Jack’s head and drag his face closer to me, slamming my lips against his. I’m still acting on pure instinct; I’ve never wanted to kiss Jack Macey before, but I sure as hell do now. I’m not sure what I was expecting—for him to fight me, to push me away, or maybe to just remain closed lipped and unresponsive. But he doesn’t do any of that. The second our lips touch, he gives in completely, kissing me back with a brutal hunger that surprises me as his hands reach for me, tugging me closer.
I release my grip on his cock as our naked bodies crash together in a blind mess of hands and skin and lips. All I want to do is take, and own, and possess. And I don’t give a fuck that the person I want to own is Jack Macey, a guy I haven’t been able to stand for two decades. Right now, I just want to feel his skin under my fingers, his lips against mine, his hot, panting breath searing my skin as he fights the urge to cry out at my touch.
It’s so dark in here, I can’t see a thing, but I can feel— every inch of his hot, naked skin as he presses against my body. Maybe it’s better that we can’t see each other. I’m not trying to pretend he’s someone else, but even so...
I slide my hand down his back, slipping my finger between his cheeks to tease his crease. Jack groans against my lips and a probe further, pausing with surprise and delight when I find his hole already slick with lube.
I let out a soft chuckle as I push two fingers inside him. “You little slut. Is that what you were going to do in the shower? Get yourself off?”
