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“Who, me?” he asks innocently, batting his eyelashes.
“You are so guilty.” I haul him onto my lap and drag my nose along the column of his neck. “How did you increase our bid without me?”
There’s a line of cars bumper to bumper, so we’ll be here a while. I rattle off the address for the driver, and he turns up the music to give us privacy, but we whisper to each other.
“My quick trip to the bathroom was a detour to the silent auction table. Are you upset?” he asks, uncertain.
“Not about that! I can’t wait to take you away on a vacation you paid for.” I wedge my hand under his corset, but it’s too tight so I settle for the skin beneath it. “You also teased me all night. Kept waiting for a nip-slip, but your corset held tight.”
“My poor, Arion.” His warm lips press against mine, and my heart does a full pad hockey sprint with a backflip at the end as he uses the nickname he used to call me. I loved it then, but more now knowing he tattooed his body with the memory. “Did I work you up?” His hand slides down to my very hard cock.
“All you have to do to work me up is occupy the same space.” I clutch his hair to tilt him backward and suck on his Adam’s apple. That truth is the same as comparing seeing the ink on his wrist to a photo of him. They’re both great, but one is etched in my heart. I doubt I’ll ever see it and not get turned on.
“Will you fuck me tonight?” Sky croons, and my cock jumps in approval.
“You’re sure?” I ask, because I lost my shit earlier, turning into an ogre again, losing credibility with him.
“For real, seeing you jealous was a turn-on, and you took the high road. To be clear, if someone else touches you, I’m going ninja warrior dancer on them and asking questions later.” He writhes in my lap.
“Hmm, I bet jealousy looks good on you.” I nip his shoulder, removing his coat.
“Not jealous—possessive.” He unbuttons my vest. “Totally different animal.” His thigh rubs my dick with erotic friction. “I spent too many years pretending it didn’t bother me when girls touched you. Now everyone will know you’re mine, and no one… I repeat, no one touches what’s mine.”
“Angel, you’re about to make me come in my pants like a damn virgin. And I don’t want to ask Trevor how to get the stains out.” I rearrange him on my lap for a reprieve.
Sky’s hand snakes between us. “Scrape off the excess, rinse with cold water, then rub an enzyme-based liquid detergent in and let it soak for thirty minutes.”
It takes my brain far too long to process he’s giving me cum removal instructions.
“Every experienced sex worker has that info locked up here.” He taps his head.
“How much longer?” I croak. Anything longer than right now is too long.
“It’s not far. Your place was closer.” His words warm my ear.
“My place sucks balls,” I retort.
“A vast improvement if it actually did.” He licks the seam of my lips, and I open for him.
Sky will be the death of me.
I’ve always known it.
Now I welcome it.
After delectable torture, the car rolls to a stop at Sky’s brownstone.
“Get inside. Now,” I order, and he bolts out of the car with a smug grin.
Once we’re inside, I turn him around to loosen his ribbons. I tug at the fabric, but the ribbons hold.
“Don’t ruin it. It’s my new favorite,” he chastises me.
“If I had my way, I’d cut you out and buy you a new one,” I growl in frustration and toe off my shoes.
“Upstairs,” he commands. “Lube and condoms are in my room. I’ll watch your fine ass while I remove my corset so I’ll be topless when we get there.” He motions toward the door to the stairs.
“Deal.” I take the stairs two at a time and shed my coat and vest. His bed is the best thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. I fall over yanking my pants off, but the bed catches me.
