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Mike was a different person when he was comfortable, stripped of his suit, laid back in only sweatpants and a cotton T-shirt, with one arm flung over the back of the leather couch and an invitation for me to slide in next to him. The sound of his heart beating as I rested my head on his chest was soothing. Although the beats were a little faster than they should be, I put that down to his stress over the situation with his ex. I didn’t ask what he expected me to do tomorrow and if he wanted me to take another sick day and stay in his apartment again because, right now, tomorrow didn’t matter.
We watchedCitizen Kanebecause Mike was floored I hadn’t seen it.
“We aren’t all so cultured, you know,” I quipped, loving the feel of his chest as he chuckled.
“I keep forgetting you’re a grease monkey at heart.”
I laughed. He wasn’t wrong.
Tracing the lines of Mike’s chest muscles with my fingertips until I could barely keep my eyes open, we moved to the bedroom, and any tiredness I felt evaporated. Mike lay me down on the mattress, and I grabbed his arms when he moved to get off the bed. He chuckled. “I’m just going to turn the main lights off.”
“What? You don’t have a clapper? I thought you were classy.”
Mike laughed as he padded his way to the main room and switched off all the lights on his way back. Then in the dark, he moved to the window and threw open the curtains, bathing the room in a dull glow from the moonlight outside. The lights of the cityscape blinked to their own tune, and I watched the outline of Mike’s shape as he moved toward the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight as he sat. He stared out the window, and I moved along the bed, coming up behind him and kneeling, wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my chin on his shoulder. Mike’s hand came up and cupped my forearm, squeezing slightly but saying nothing.
“You’re worried, aren’t you?”
“If he comes for you, I might have no choice but to kill him, and if I do that, I’ll go away, and you’ll never see me again.”
Kill him?
My arms tensed around his shoulders, the confession had come from nowhere, and I swallowed heavily, keeping my emotions in check as I tried to comfort the man I had my arms wrapped around. Was Mike overreacting, or was I not taking this situation seriously enough? I tried to keep my voice steady. “Why would you have to kill him?”
“I know him, and he hates me. I fear he’ll try to use you to get to me.”
Mike’s earlier words echoed in my mind,even this close is too close.
“Is this why you didn’t want to get close to me?”
“To anyone, yes… one of several reasons.”
“What are the other reasons?”
Mike sighed, patting my arm. “It’s my fault Tate is how he is. It’s my fault.”
“I don’t see how that’s possible. What could you possibly have done to turn him so violently against you?”
He simply shook his head in slow, sad movements and patted my arm again. Each time we talked, I cracked him open a little bit more and pushed through the barriers he had built. I didn’t push the topic again, he’d opened up a bit, and that was enough for now. But soon, I would need to question him further. If I were in as much danger as Mike seemed to think I was, I would need to know the full story.
I unwrapped my arms from Mike’s neck as he shifted, turning on the mattress to face me. He took my face in his hands, and I marveled at the gentleness of his touch. I knew he was strong and capable of taking control, throwing me down on the mattress, and having his way with me. My cock twitched at the thought, and I held his eye contact. But when he touched me like this—gentle caresses and looks filled with meaning—it was almost too much to take, as if he was baring his soul to me without words.
He kissed me, and his gentle touch lingered for only a moment longer before the desperation took over again. When he growled—God, I loved it when he growled—his fingers snaked through my hair again, a motion I loved every time he did it, and he continued the kiss for a moment longer before breaking it and trailing his tongue down my neck. When I moaned, he hummed his approval. “I love the sounds you make.”
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I whispered as he kissed my neck and flicked his thumb over my nipple, making me gasp.
“Really?” His voice was dark, seduction dripping through the tone. “Did you touch yourself?”
I chuckled. “No, it felt weird to do so when I was alone in your home.”
“You’re not alone now, so why don’t you touch yourself?”
Mike grabbed my hand and moved it into my lap, guiding me to wrap my fingers around my cock, already hard from his attention on my neck. With his hand around mine, he worked the length, pumping it in my fist while he continued to swirl his tongue along my neck as though the salt on my skin was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
“Were you having dirty thoughts about me?” Mike continued, and I simply groaned. His voice was intoxicating and deeper than normal, each sentence ending with a growl of satisfaction at the sounds I couldn’t help from dropping from my lips as he worked my length using my hand. “Were you picturing me inside you? Stretching you with my fingers and then my cock. Were you seeing yourself on your knees, sucking me dry? Or maybe it’s thoughts of my mouth around your cock that would get you off?”
“Mike…fuck…”
He was taking control of me again, inside and out. He was everywhere at once with his hands and mouth, and I had to close my eyes when the sensations became too much. I was going to come, and although I didn’t want to so soon, I couldn’t stop it. Mike sensed my orgasm drawing near, and even as I tried to loosen my grip on my cock, he increased it, pumping harder and faster until I cried out, spraying cum over the bedsheets.
