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Rome hummed. “Oh, Casey,” he purred, reaching out to stroke his fingers along my arm. “What am I going to do with you?”

“A whole lot of things, I hope,” I said. “Hopefully lots of them involving your tongue?”

“Baby. You already know me so well.”

He dipped to kiss me again right away, the wet rush of his tongue hitting mine.

Goddamn, the nerve on him. I’d never been with someone who would have the guts to call mebabythe first time we’d ever hooked up, but that was just another reason why Rome was special. From the moment we’d met, it had felt like some small part of him reallyhadknown me. Something had instantly clicked—something I hadn’t known had been missing from my world until tonight.

“God, I want to make you come,” I whispered against his lips as he pulled away. I rocked my hips upward, the outline of my cock rutting up against his. “Are you going to make me beg?”

He groaned, lifting up a little, his gaze meeting mine. “I wasn’t going to, but now I kind of want to hear what you sound like when you’re begging.”

“I have zero shame. I’ll do it.”

“Try me.”

I sucked in a breath of air, looking deep into his eyes. The glow of the Christmas tree light hit one side of his face, illuminating his hair like he was in a damn painting, as some sort of Greek god.

“Please let me worship your cock,” I said to him, bringing one of my hands to the side of his face. “I want to service you. To let you fuck my mouth like… like you own me.”

“Like I own you,” he repeated softly, doing that thing again where it felt like he was looking right into my soul.

I pulled in a breath. “Yes.”

“I already have you wrapped around my finger,” he said, skating his fingertips along my skin and giving me goosebumps.

A surge of adrenaline coursed through me. I moved out from under him, pushing my body onto his so that I was straddling him.

I had no clue what I was doing. But I knew one thing: I wanted to give this man the gift of coming so hard he’d never forget me. Even if this was a one-night thing. Even if we never spoke again after tonight.

If one day, this was just a far-flung Christmastime memory for him, I wanted it to be fuckinggood.

4

ROME

Holy hell in a snow-filled fuckinghandbasket, I’d never predicted my night could turn out like this.

I was the luckiest guy in Colorado, apparently.

“Good,” I murmured, marveling at Casey. “You have my permission. My cock is all yours, and I think you know that.”

Our positions were reversed now. He straddled me on the soft rug near the Christmas tree, and I lay back, letting my head rest on the soft, plush edge of the tree skirt beneath it.

It was my own little heaven. My whole field of view was the edge of a pine tree, soft twinkle lights, and thenhim. A ball of nervous, adorable, fuckinghot as hellenergy, all wrapped up in a mouthy 23-year-old.

He made quick work of my belt, undoing it quickly and reaching for my button and zipper afterward. I wanted to freeze every moment in time but also didn’t dare stop him. He pulled down my pants and boxer briefs in one motion, my cock bobbing free.

Casey looked at, practically drooling.

“Oh,fuckyou,” he said, almost looking pained as he gazed at my cock.

I leaned upward a little. “What?”

“Even your dick is perfect,” he said, shaking his head slightly, an agonized expression on his face. “It’s like I dreamed this up. I’m not dreaming right now, right? Because I’m going to be really mad if this isn’t real.”

“Do you really thinkMiltonwould have made an appearance if this was all a dream?”

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