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The possibility of that filthy dream had my balls drawing up tight.
And fuck me, I was about to come in my jeans for the second time in twenty-four hours.
Ping.
We finally reached the penthouse floor.
Dawson left the elevator first and then Brodie, then me.
I was following Brodie down that hallway and into his room, and I didn’t give a shit about what Dawson might think.
The bodyguard opened the door to the suite, checked inside, and left just as quickly. “Have a good night, guys.”
“Thanks, Dawson,” Brodie replied.
At least one of us had enough brain cells left to speak.
I grabbed Brodie by the waist and hauled him inside, slamming the door behind us.
Brodie chuckled as he slipped his hands down my back to cup my ass. “I was going to ask if you’re nervous, but I guess not.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. I mean, I should be. To start with, I have a forty-four-year-old body and you, well, don’t.”
“Are you kidding me? You’re the sexiest fucker I’ve ever met,” Brodie growled.
“Fucker?” I laughed out loud. “You sweet talker, you.”
My teasing got me a heated scowl in return. Then, I recognized the real concern in his eyes.
“Please tell me you’re not hung up on the age thing, Van.”
I shook my head. “I should be. But no. And I’m not nervous. Because I figure, no matter what happens in here, we’re gonna be okay. It’s you and me.”
Brodie gazed up at me, and the smile that revealed itself was so enticing I had to lean down to taste it.
“The first thing we need,” Brodie whispered against my lips. “Is a long, hot shower.”
So I let him lead me to the bathroom.
My heart was knocking hard against my ribs. Pretty sure it was about to burst free of my chest at any moment.
He opened the glass door and turned on the shower. I toed my shoes off, threw my shirt aside, and undid my jeans… his jeans… unzipping them slowly and pushing them down my hips.
Brodie undid his corset vest, one tiny button at a time. Then he pushed his kilt down and stepped out of it.
I looked my fill of his long, lean body, covered in those stunning tattoos. Unlike me, he was smooth all over.
Slim hips, perfect pink nipples, and a cock that was heavy and hard.
For me.
I kicked the jeans away and stepped into the shower, then reached for him. He stepped in with me until we were finally skin-to-skin, head to toe.
I wanted to feast on him, live inside him, take everything he could give me, and give him everything in return.
“I want the same thing, Van. I want it all with you.”
I was so far gone I hadn’t realized I’d spoken that thought out loud.
