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“Fuck, Angel, I’m—”
“Do it, Mav. Come on my dick. Show me how much you love being fucked by me.”
I spill into his hand with his name on my lips. My legs shake, and my brain floods with enough endorphins to drown me. It seems they’ve reduced my vision to his face. My heart’s pumping; its sole purpose is to carry those endorphins throughout my body.
Sky uses his legs to drag me on top of him.
He’s coming with me, and his face is stunning. We fooled around in the dark so much that this is my first experience seeing him clearly as he orgasms. Sky’s eyes are bottomless pools of pleasure, his mouth forms a perfect O, and the light from the hall gives him an ethereal quality.
The words “I love you” strain to get out, but I hold them in. This man is my forever, but he’s not ready for that yet.
Sky wrenches his fisted hand from between us and licks our cum. “Want some?”
I open my mouth, and he drops some on my tongue. “We taste great together.” I swallow, and his lazy smile stops my heart.
“So great together,” he agrees.
My gaze hasn’t left Sky’s closed spare bedroom door. He flitted in there almost an hour ago, telling me not to peek while he got ready. He insists there’s a bed in there under his pile of clothes, but I have my doubts, especially since he refers to the room as his walk-in closet.
The room has three full-length mirrors in a semicircle, his sewing machine, and more clothes than I’ve owned in my lifetime, plus fabric.
“Should be about fifteen more minutes,” he calls from across the hall. I’m still in my towel, so that’s my hint to get dressed.
Trevor made me a kickass suit. Even I understand it’s cool, and I’m bewildered by fashion. It’s classic black with a silver suit chain that goes well with my silver lapels. The vest is also silver with diagonal black buttons and a low neckline to show off my shirt. Trevor’s explanation was Greek to me, but it fits great, so I don’t care.
“You see where I put the new shirt Trevor has for you?” he yells.
Instead of a plain white silk shirt, there’s a rosy, magenta one hanging on the closet door for me.
“Yes, dear,” I sing, imitating some sitcom dad answering his wife to placate her.
“Be a good boy and wear what you’re told,” he answers in a stern tone but laughs.
I’m not sure about the new shirt, but I will go to my grave before I complain. The pants fit perfectly, and the shirt will complement Sky’s complexion. I put the vest and jacket on in front of the bathroom mirror to ensure everything is straight.
“Spoiler alert! I look fantastic,” I announce, walking over to his changing room.
“Oh my.” He whistles and fans himself after finally opening the door.
My brain glitches, and my blood flows south as Sky stands before me as a gorgeous pixie god.
“Maverick Maher! Dayyyummm. That suit is the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen.”
His words don’t penetrate my brain as I greedily soak in every detail of his outfit. The black fabric looks soft as hell and has magenta floral embroidery. My absolute favorite color on him. The boning shows off his slim waist, and he’s wearing—I assume based on his beliefs—a fake leather-and-fur mini coat.
Sky’s face shimmers with sparkles. His lids pop with color, and his lips are shiny and so kissable.
He fingers the deep V of my vest. “This cut is gorg on you. Turn around, handsome.” He twirls his finger, but I’m frozen. And drooling.
“Sky,” I choke out, and my eyes lock on the thin strip of bare skin between his top and low pants. “I changed my mind. We’re staying home, and I’m taking that off you with my teeth.” I’m hard and aching for him even though we showered together and got each other off less than two hours ago.
“You can do that when we get back,” he promises. “Now show me what magic Trevor did to accentuate your ass.”
A grunting noise escapes my throat, and I spin fast to keep my eyes on him. “You’re a walking piece of art.”
Sky blushes and turns, taking off the coat. “Be a darling and give those ribbons a tug,” he instructs.
“You made this?” I ask, touching his bare shoulders to prove he’s real.
