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“You going to let me go?”
Ivan nipped his shoulder, then licked it. “I should want to…”
“But you don’t.” An idea, albeit a stupid one, popped into Rory’s mind and exited his mouth before he could stop it. “Neither of us are looking for a relationship. We both want me to ride your gorgeous cock. I think we could come to a mutually pleasing arrangement.”
Ivan bit the sensitive bend in Rory’s neck and chuckled when he trembled. “I’m listening.”
“I propose a no-strings fuck fest until the media moves on to a fresh scandal and I can go home.” Rory figured it would be another two weeks tops. He could make and store tons of sexy memories with Ivan in fourteen days. His hyperactive brain was already plotting day six’s sexy adventures before Ivan reacted on day one.
“It’s a terrible idea.” Ivan’s words expressed doubt, but his hands explored the plains and valleys of Rory’s abdomen, and he nuzzled his nose in Rory’s hair. “We’ve drawn too much attention already.”
“So we’ll just have to be smarter and stealthier. Interview practice will give us an excuse today.” Rory pushed his ass against Ivan’s bulge. “I’m heading to Last Chance Creek with Harry to do some grocery shopping and meet Hope for lunch. I can buy us the good lube.”
Ivan groaned and lowered his hand to cup Rory’s crotch. “You’re making it hard to say no.”
Rory’s dick twitched like it might have life left in it. “You’re just making me hard.”
Ivan sighed heavily, and Rory braced himself for rejection. He expected the big man to release him and step back, and Rory fought the urge to turn in his embrace and hold him one last time. That right there should’ve been the red flag needed to rescind his offer, but he couldn’t form the words to take it back.
“I have concerns,” Ivan said.
Rory nearly sagged with relief. “Name them.”
“I have a position of authority and respect to maintain. I don’t want to act in a way that jeopardizes that or to have my personal life become gossip fodder.” Rory sensed there was more to Ivan’s attention phobia, but he didn’t press. Ivan dipped his fingers under Rory’s waistband and caressed the bare skin at the base of his cock. Was Ivan aware of the sexy little growl he made?
“You think you’re so irresistible that I won’t be able to keep my hands off you in front of the crew?” Rory asked. He’d meant the words to come out as a tease, but they hung in the space like a husky challenge.
Ivan nipped his neck again, then licked a long stripe up to Rory’s ear. He sank his teeth into Rory’s tender earlobe and slowly pulled back until the flesh popped free. “Not normally, but then you showed up on the ranch and eye-fucked me in front of everyone.” Ivan dropped his hand to cup Rory’s smooth balls. He parted his legs to give him full access to the goods, and Ivan took advantage. His middle finger circled his taint and inched backward, stopping just shy of his sticky hole. “And my thoughts were just as carnal. I don’t have a lot of confidence we can pull this off.”
Rory dropped his head back to rest on Ivan’s shoulder, exposing more of his neck to seeking lips. “I can be good.”The best you’ll ever have.
Ivan shifted his hands to turn Rory around and pinned him to the door. Firm lips captured his in a hot, devastating kiss that felt more like sealing the deal than nixing it. Ivan’s tongue was persistent and oh so talented. Rory couldn’t wait to experience it in other places. Ivan worked him up to a semihard state before breaking the kiss and leaning his forehead against Rory’s.
“Continue this tonight?” Rory asked. “We can practice your interview.”
“Yes,” Ivan replied. Then he groaned. “Oh, damn. It’s poker night again.”
“How long do they usually last?” The fun had already broken up by the time Rory had returned from the big ranch house the previous week.
“A few hours at most.” Ivan snorted.
Rory settled his hands on Ivan’s narrow hips, fingers aching to explore the expanse of flesh and muscle. “All we need to do is avoid giving them something to talk about. We practice our poker faces right away, and they’ll stop watching us like hawks and go home at a decent time.”
“You underestimate their nose for gossip. I’m pretty sure some of them are part bloodhound, but we’ll give it a shot.” Ivan stepped back, taking his heat with him. “Get out of here while you still can.”
“That line might work in a horror film, but it’s not motivating me to budge.”
“Go downstairs now, and I’ll go down on you later,” Ivan said gruffly.
Rory knew in his heart that it wouldn’t take much persuasion to change Ivan’s mind, but he might resent it—and Rory, once the post-orgasmic fog lifted. Rory rose on his tiptoes to kiss Ivan’s mouth, but the kiss landed on his cheek instead.
“I’m going, but we’re doing it with the lights on next time,” Rory said. “See you at breakfast.”
“Where you won’t eye-fuck me in front of the others.”
“Not even a figurative fondle. They won’t have a clue about what we got up to this morning nor will they know about our future plans.”
Ivan captured his mouth in one last sweet kiss before stepping back. “See you at breakfast.”
