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“Mm, I always enjoy stroking when you’re involved.” I clasped a loose fist around my semihard cock to demonstrate, watching his eyes darken to a mossy green shade as I slowly stroked myself. But curiosity got the best of me. “I do want to know what you see in me though.”
His eyes widened. “You’re kidding, right?”
I shook my head, feeling a bit awkward that I’d let my underbelly show. “I mean, I know a lot of women like my looks, but…”
“Well, of course they do.” He gave an incredulous laugh. “You’re stacked from working hard labor your whole life. You have these incredible, smoldering eyes that are super intense when you’re into someone. I swear you could practically make me come with that look alone.”
I snorted. “That might be fun to try. Maybe I’ll make you watch me get off while smoldering at you.”
“You think you’re joking,” Beckett said, sounding almost embarrassed as he shook his head. “You’ve got charisma and presence, and…a truly magnificent dick.”
I smirked. “I’m the whole package, huh?”
“You are,” he said softly.
“Well, so are you,” I said.
“But none of that would have made me take the leap with you in Vegas, Wes. Or stay married to you when it was a terrible idea.”
“No? I thought we were just waiting for the marriage license.”
Which really should be here by now, come to think of it. But who was I to argue with karma that was in my favor? If it got lost in the mail, I wasn’t going to cry over it.
“No.” Beckett bit his bottom lip, nervous. “You know that’s not really the reason.”
“Tell me,” I ordered. Then added, “Please.”
“You’re just the best person,” he blurted. “You make the people around you happy. You’re good-natured, and generous. You have charisma, and you charm people without trying, which is why you’re taking all the client calls while Dad is gone.” He chuckled. “I get boring payroll and planning for a reason. People like you. People love you.”
“Yeah? Does that include you?”
He held my gaze. “You know it does.”
I nodded once, then grabbed his thigh and tugged him down in the blankets, making him yelp and laugh. I crawled over him and kissed his pink lips, thin but somehow still so incredibly soft and succulent.
“I hope you didn’t think we were done for the night,” I murmured. “Who knows when we’ll get privacy like this again.”
Beckett rolled us, catching me by surprise, then grinned down at me from his perch astride my thighs. “Oh, I plan to make the most of it.” He dipped down to kiss my chin, his hands going to my pecs and squeezing. “You got your chance to play. Now it’s mine.”
When he sucked on my Adam’s apple, I was the one who moaned like a slut.
Of course, Beck was too nice to say it. I was the dirty one. The one who used sex talk to hide just how deeply Beckett had burrowed under my skin.
As he explored my body with his hands and mouth, taking charge for a change, he drew small gasps and moans from me. When his tongue tickled my balls before tracing up my dick, I choked on my breath.
With patience he never displayed when he was the one squirming beneath me, Beckett took me to the edge of my endurance, and with his mouth sucking ruthlessly at my cock and hands roughly pushing my thighs wide, I exploded.
All without a single word, clean or dirty.
I couldn’t find anything to say as Beckett gazed up at me, watching me come for him, watching me unravel, stripped bare for him to see.
Not my body, but my emotions. My heart. All of it on display.
He pulled his mouth away, milking me through the orgasm with his hand, eyes locked on mine. “There you go, Wes. You’re safe with me. I’ve got you.”
I pulled him into a full-body embrace, squeezing him so tightly it must have hurt. Beckett didn’t complain as I crushed him to me, needing to hold him in the aftermath, needing to let my insides settle back into their allotted spaces so that I wasn’t flayed open for everyone to see.
Beckett was hard against me. I felt his cock as he wiggled a bit. I grabbed his ass and encouraged him to thrust. “Fuck my abs,” I murmured. “Use my body to get off.”
