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“With swaying or fucking?” I clenched my jaw as Cullen tipped his hips slightly so I could feel his dick against mine. Definitely on purpose, and the “fuck like a champ” comment didn’t help things either.
His lips skated along my jaw until his breath came warm in my ear. “I meant swaying. But we could do both.” He rolled his hips against me again, and a zing of desire raced up my spine, making my balls throb. “Do you want both?”
“I want to not get a raging hard-on in the middle of a dance floor, Atwood.” My voice was taking on that growly tone again. I cleared my throat.
“Too late for that,” he murmured, hips rolling against mine once more. “No one can see anyway.”
By the time we slid into the limo after the festivities, my desire for the man sitting next to me was a raging inferno, and the way he glanced at me sidelong with a half-curved smile of pure satisfaction suggested he knew it, too.
“That was fun,” he said.
“It was something. The depth to which you get off on fucking with me in public is scary.”
“Psht.” He waved a hand. “That’s just part of the boyfriend deal.”
“That’s how you treat your partners?”
“No. But it’s how I’d treat you.” His expression sobered briefly, and then another smile curled his lips. “So that’s on you for volunteering yourself as my boyfriend. You started it anyway that first day in the elevator.”
“You started it in that airport bathroom.”
He put his hands up. “I merely offered an opportunity. You took me up on it.”
I reached over and pressed the button to close the divider between the driver and us. Cullen arched a brow, but his amusement ebbed when I slid my fingers along his waist and started working his belt open.
“What’re you up to, McRae?”
“Taking my boyfriend up on an opportunity.” I got it. The back-and-forth, the banter, the picking at each other, the fake boyfriend thing. It was an easier framework to operate within than to admit the truth to myself, which was that I wanted him for sure, with or without the provocation and challenges. But on a deeper level, I was having to put a serious amount of effort into avoiding falling for Cullen all over again.
He sucked in a breath as I palmed his cock and stroked its length. “What happened to all that concern about the driver and the media?”
“You made a good point earlier, and I accepted it. Fuck.” I groaned as he caressed my cock through my pants.
“I don’t believe it. I actually just won an argument against you.”
“It wasn’t an argu—” The rest was lost in a clash of teeth, tongues, and lips as Cullen grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me toward him in a searing kiss.
When the limo came to a stop outside the apartment a few minutes later, I was already on the cusp of orgasm. And though the driver would have idled for as long as we wanted, I wrenched away from Cullen and canted my head toward the lobby at his frustrated snarl. “I don’t want to have to be quick.”
We didn’t make it far beyond the threshold of my apartment before Cullen shoved me against the wall, wrestling with his jacket as I wrestled with his pants and then mine. We fumbled and tripped down the hallway into my bedroom, where I pushed him to the edge of the bed and made him sit down. He caught me as I began to ease to my knees, hungry for the hard, dripping cock on display in front of me. “Wait.”
Christ, was he about to have a change of heart now? I grumbled, but he shook his head as I straightened. “I’ve got a better idea.”
“Why does that make me suspicious?”
“’Cause you’re always suspicious.” Cullen grinned. “Lie down on the bed on your back. Let me use that sexy mouth until I explode, and then I’ll ride the hell out of your cock. Easier on your knee, yeah?” His grin turned wicked, and I wondered if he’d had more champagne than I thought, but I wasn’t about to argue with his logic. It was as solid as it was arousing.
I eased onto the bed, thinking he’d straddle my chest, but he had other ideas and directed me so that my head was at the edge of the bed. With a caress of his thumb over my chin, Cullen pushed my mouth open and guided his dick inside. My own dick jumped at the sensation of him filling my throat and the simultaneous view of him hovering over me.
“Goddamn, that’s perfect. Keep doing that,” he moaned when I began stroking my cock with one hand and glided the tips of my fingers over his hole with the other.
