Page 23 of My Bodyguard’s The Boss

Austin held back a moan. He could imagine it. Dominic finally snapping and dragging him into a bar bathroom, pushing Austin to his knees. Or flipping him over on this very bed and taking him just like Austin asked.

Austin swallowed. “You should have.”

“I wanted you to remember it the next day.”

“And yet it took you six more months.”

Dominic’s mouth quirked. His grip tightened on Austin’s jaw, and Austin’s pulse jumped. Was Dominic going to punish him for saying it?

But Dominic only pulled him closer, until Austin had to shuffle forward on his knees.

“Tell me what you wanted when you wore this for me,” Dominic said.

I wanted what you did to me last night, Austin thought. But I wanted to wake up with you the next morning.

“Apparently, I was pretty clear,” Austin muttered.

He squirmed on his knees, trying to conjure up that calm confidence he usually projected during sex. But this was uncharted territory. All his calm fled when Dominic looked at him.

Dominic rubbed at the hinge of his jaw. “Have you ever been fucked before?”

Every guy Austin had been with just assumed Austin wanted to top. In the few times Austin dared to ask to bottom, most of those guys would get disappointed. The two guys who didn’t get disappointed and had seemed perfectly happy to top him had spent the whole time expecting Austin to take the reins.

So, Austin had. Couldn’t have them walk out of his bedroom unhappy. He had a reputation to uphold. If someone wanted him to lean into the Austin Wayne persona, who was he to deny them? Even if it made him feel like he was missing something afterward.

“Not like I want,” Austin admitted.

Dominic hummed. He ran his fingers up Austin’s collar until they finally met skin, sliding under the tight fabric until the buttons almost popped.

Dominic leaned in close. Austin tilted his head up longingly, but Dominic didn’t kiss him. He hovered just out of reach, his fingers moving slowly under Austin’s shirt.

“Want to wrestle?” he asked.

Austin blinked. “Is that an innuendo?”

“No,” Dominic said. “Every time I catch you working out, you make a joke about winning a wrestling match. Want to try?”

Austin laughed. Dominic was so much bigger than him; he could pin him without even trying. But Dominic’s expectant expression didn’t change as he stroked Austin’s smooth chest, his big fingers straining the fabric so much it made his torso ache.

“Okay,” Austin said. “But I warn you, I wrestled in high school.”

“I know,” Dominic said.

With that, he climbed on the bed. His hand slipped out of Austin’s shirt, and Austin tried to feel relieved at the lack of squeezing pressure. But he’d take it if it meant Dominic touching him.

“So how do we start?” Austin asked as Dominic knelt in front of him. “Do we just—oomph!”

He cut off with a grunt as Dominic slammed into him. Both arms around his torso, like they were kids in their first match. Austin struggled against him with a giddy laugh. He was going to get pinned no matter what. But it still felt good to let the fight go out of him after a few moments of grappling.

“Oh no,” Austin said, letting Dominic pin him to the mattress by his stomach. “You got me.”

Dominic huffed a low laugh against Austin’s neck. “I know how bad you want to get fucked, baby. But actually try this time, okay?”

He hauled Austin up and knelt at the head of the bed. Austin took the foot, crouching low and wishing that they weren’t on a mattress for this. Or on their knees. And that he had actually wrestled since he left high school. He might actually have a chance if he hadn’t gone without a single match in over a decade.

Austin struck first, reaching for Dominic’s head. Dominic dodged him with shocking speed, wrapping his arms around Austin’s shoulders.

Austin squirmed and bucked. He managed to twist Dominic’s arms away, only for Dominic to immediately grab him again and shove him down on the bed.