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That was the breaking point. There was something inside Bear that couldn't be held back any longer.
Julian had won—and it terrified him.
With a growl, Bear put down his gun. In one swift motion, he grabbed Julian by the arm and yanked him forward, pulling him over his lap.
The first spank landed with a loud slap, the sound echoing through the small motel room. Bear's large hand left a stinging imprint on Julian's ass even through his pants, and he couldn't help but yelp in alarm. The pain was quickly followed by a rush of pleasure, making his head spin.
"Is this what you want?" Bear snarled, his voice rough with barely restrained desire.
"God, yes," Julian gasped, a shiver of anticipation sizzling down his spine.
Bear delivered another sharp spank to Julian's ass. The sensation sent shockwaves through Julian's body, making him quiver with desire.
Julian whimpered, his cheeks flushed and his breath coming in short gasps. "Please don't stop."
Bear's hand continued to rain down on Julian's ass, each spank harder and more intense than the last. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, punctuated by Julian's increasingly desperate whimpers and moans.
And Julian wasn't the only one being affected.
As Julian's moans grew louder, more urgent, as the heat built up inside him, he felt Bear's hardness pressing against his hip.
A triumphant smile spread across his face. He'd been around dominant older men for too long not to recognize that spark of need when he was it. He'd known that there was something between them, even if Bear had been too stubborn to admit it.
"Fuck, Bear," Julian panted, grinding himself against the older man's lap. His cock was achingly hard, straining against the fabric of his pants. "Is that all you've got?"
"Damn it, kid," Bear growled, his hand coming down with another resounding smack. The heat of it radiated through Julian's body, making him shudder with pleasure.
"Please," Julian begged, thrusting his hips forward. "I need... I need..."
Bear's hand stilled on his ass, and Julian could feel the tension in his body. He knew that Bear was struggling to maintain control, but it only made him want him more. He pressed himself closer, grinding against the unmistakable bulge in Bear's pants.
For a moment, it seemed like Bear might give in. His breathing was ragged, his grip on Julian tightening…
But then, suddenly, he pushed Julian away from him, sending him sprawling onto the motel room floor.
Julian looked up at him, his heart pounding in his chest. He could see the conflict raging within Bear and knew that he had almost won. He licked his lips, allowing his gaze to drift down to the impressive erection tenting Bear's pants.
"Let me take care of that for you," Julian murmured, his eyes filled with need.
Bear's jaw tightened, his eyes locked onto Julian's. "No," he said, his voice low and intense. "We can't cross that line."
Julian's heart raced as he tried to decipher Bear's expression. Surely, the desire he'd felt moments ago couldn't have vanished so quickly.
"Listen," Bear continued, standing and taking a step away from Julian. "My loyalty is to Angelo and our mission. Protecting you, keeping you alive—that's what I'm here for." His words were firm, conviction unyielding. "Not for... this."
"Fine," Julian said, feeling a sting of rejection in his chest. "Have it your way then." He turned away from Bear, trying to hide the sickening feeling of rejection creeping up on him.
"Damn right, I will," Bear muttered under his breath, his frustration palpable. He grabbed his pack of cigarettes and lighter off the bedside table, heading towards the door.
"Where are you going?"
"Out for a smoke," came the gruff reply. With that, Bear stepped outside, letting the door slam shut behind him.
Julian sank down on the edge of the bed, hands shaking slightly as he tried to process everything that had just occurred. What the hell had just happened? Was it all just a game, a cruel joke played by his own fantasies?
He replayed the scene in his mind: the heat of Bear's hand on his ass, the sound of those crisp, forceful spanks, the hardness he'd felt pressing against him.
It had been real, hadn't it? It had felt so perfect, like two opposites coming together as one.
