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So insanely perfect.
Thick muscle, everywhere.
Massive cock, hard and proud.
And that ass…
“You—what?” The words came out strangled.
He dried himself off way too quickly for my taste, then wrapped the towel around his hips, covering the goods.
“I know our friendship has been one-sided. I’m going to fix that.”
“How?”
“I was planning on asking you that question, actually.” He unzipped his suitcase.
It would be a shame for him to cover all that gorgeous muscle in a stuffy, boring, expensive suit.
“You can’t just get naked in front of me like this,” I found myself saying.
“You answered your door naked while we were still friends. We’re dating, now.”
“I still haven’t agreed to that.”
“I agreed for you.” He dropped his towel.
My eyes went back to his ass. I tried to close them, but failed horribly.
“I won’t date someone if sex isn’t on the table. You said it’s not. So, we can’t date,” I said, still staring at his butt.
“I said I was going to fix it.”
“You’re going tofixmy needs?” The sarcasm hit, hard.
He stepped into a pair of boxer briefs, followed by a pair of slacks. “I’ve had sex with humans before, Brynlee. I can resist feeding. It’s not easy, but I can manage. So yes, I’ll fix it.”
Anger flooded me. “I don’t want to have sex with someone who looks at sleeping with me as a chore to be handled, Sash. I’m not a problem to be fixed. Sleep on the damn couch.” I crossed the room, intending to open the door and gesture for him to leave.
His hand landed on my wrist before I reached it.
With one motion, he spun me toward him. My chest nearly bumped into his, but I stopped myself a few inches from him.
“Rewire your translator,” he repeated, lowering my hand to his erection.
My heart lodged itself in my throat when he wrapped my hand around his cock, over the fabric of his boxer-briefs. It throbbed in my hand, and my body flushed.
“You keep assuming the worst of me. Stop. I’m talking about fixing the imbalance between us, not fixingyou. I know you won’t date me without sex on the table.”
“You literally just said you couldmanagehaving sex with me. That it’s not easy, but you can handle it. You need to rewireyourtranslator.” I tried to let go of his erection, but his hand tightened around mine.
His cock throbbed harder, and I flushed more.
“That’s not what I meant,” he said.
“Exactly.”
His chest rumbled unhappily, but he was silent for a moment before he said, “I can manage having sex with you without giving in to the instinct to feed. It won’t be easy to resist drinking your lust, but it’s worth the effort, and I can handle it.”
