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It wasn’t until the entire table had fallen silent that I’d realized I’d screwed up. I wasn’t the only person whose feelings needed to be considered in this. Given how red Richard’s face had gotten after that and how he’d kept his eyes doggedly fixed on his plate, it had been a mistake to make our relationship public without discussing it with Richard first.
Then Richard had made that joke—at least, I was almost sure it was a joke—about popping his cowboy cherry, and I’d had to wonder whether he considered us to be in any kind of relationship at all.
I’d spent dinner cool and collected on the outside and a roiling mess on the inside. When I’d seen him start to leave after clearing the table, I’d panicked. I’d blurted out for him to wait for me in my room before I’d thought better of it, and when he’d taken off running, I’d known I’d fucked up yet again.
And now there I was, pacing the hallway outside my door, trying to figure out the best way to apologize for the way I’d behaved. Trying to come up with some magic words that would keep him with me, at least for the short term.
Because for once, I didn’t care what the right thing to do was. Not when saying goodbye to Richard a minute sooner than necessary felt so damn wrong.
I gave up, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door. “I’m sor—”
I didn’t even get the word out before a wall of man knocked into me, sending me off-balance. Fuck, Richard was even more pissed off than I realized. I raised my arms instinctually, grabbing hold of him to steady him.
Before I could resume my apology, however, he covered my mouth with his own. His lips devoured mine, his tongue exploring me hungrily. Momentum sent me staggering until my back was against the wall with Richard’s legs wrapped around my waist.
My surprise quickly gave way to desire. I tangled my fingers into his hair, clamping my other hand on his ass to keep him pressed against me.
“Want you,” he said, fingers already fumbling with my shirt.
I had a brief moment of thinking that maybe we should talk—make sure we were on the same page—but then his hands were on my bare chest and sliding down my abdomen, and I decided that talking could wait.
I had an eager, sexy-as-fuck man in my arms, determined to fuck me, and I aimed to take advantage of it.
“Is this how you want it?” I spun, pressing his back against the wall and crowding close. I nipped at his throat and bit his ear lightly until he sucked in a sharp breath.
I felt him nod against me.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes,” he gasped.
“Be more specific.” I ground my cock against the bulge in his pants.
He groaned low in his throat. “I want you in my mouth. I want to taste you.”
I grinned and stepped back. “On your knees, then,” I told him.
He promptly dropped to his knees in front of me. He reached for my pants, fingers fumbling to pull them open and free my cock. Once he did, his eyes gleamed. He looked up at me, his eyelids hooded with desire, and he slowly flicked his tongue across the tip of my dick.
“Tease,” I growled.
He grinned and batted his eyelashes innocently.
“There’s a word for you, you know.”
“Amazing? Scintillating? Brilliant? Dazzl—”
I cut him off by pushing my cock into his mouth. His lips closed around me in an appreciative hum, his eyes still sparkling with mischief.
“Brat,” I told him, unable to keep from smiling.
He pulled back and batted his lashes. “Who, me?”
I growled, tightening my grip in his hair and holding his head in place. “You’re driving me crazy. Can’t stop thinking about you, wanting you.”
“Same.” He played his fingers up and down my cock lightly.
“Can’t hold back.” I pushed into his mouth again, holding his head steady as I drove myself deeper, deeper, until I felt the back of his throat, and still I pushed. His eyes widened, but he took me without complaint.
I stayed there for a second or two before pulling back. “Okay?” I asked him. I was still feeling my way with Richard. I didn’t want to overwhelm him or do anything that would make him uncomfortable.
“More.” His lips glistened with saliva and my precum.
God, this man was decadent and gorgeous and sexy as fuck. I’d wanted to tease him the way he teased me, but I couldn’t. I wanted him too badly. But there was one thing that needed clearing up first.
I pressed the tip of my cock against his lips. “If I recall at dinner, there was some mention of you having your cherry popped by a bunch of muscular cowboys.”
“Was there?” He teased his tongue around the rim of my head, eyes dancing. He was enjoying this.
