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“Please,” he begs, wiggling that tempting ass at me.

“You want my cock?”

“Yes,” he whimpers. “Please.”

I crawl back onto the bed and flip the cap off the lube.

“Christ,” Garrett hisses as I dribble it over his ass.

“That’s it,” I praise as I gather it up and rub it over his puckered hole.

He pushes back against me, desperate for more.

“Cooper, please.”

My movements still at hearing him call me by my first name.

It’s not unusual. The majority of the guys I hook up with don’t know me as Nash. They have no idea I’m a professional athlete, and I just pray it stays that way so I can continue living this secret life under the media's radar. But Garrett knows me as Nash, so to hear him use Cooper, for him to be getting this side of me when he knows exactly who I am…that I’m trusting him enough for him to get to know the real me…Fuck. It makes my head spin.

The moment he pushes back against me, I jolt back to the here and now, finally giving him what he really needs.

“Fucking hell, you’re tight,” I groan as I push past his muscle and sink a finger inside him.

“Yes. Fuck. Yes. More.”

I slip another digit inside him and fuck him with my fingers, getting him nice and ready for me.

“Cock, Cooper. Please, give me your cock.”

“Fucking hell, you sound good when you’re begging for me.”

He cries out when I pull my fingers free, but it quickly turns into a groan of delight when he looks back over his shoulder and finds me shoving my boxers over my hips and freeing my dick.

“That’s what I’m talking about.”

I pull the condom from the packet and roll it down my shaft before getting into position.

I grab his hips, holding him in place, ready to sink inside him. I have the head of my cock at his entrance; I’m fucking aching to push inside, and just as I’m about to⁠—

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GARRETT

His cell rings.

His motherfucking cell rings a beat before he was about to push inside me with that gloriously huge cock.

And he stops.

He fucking stops.

A warm rush of his breath races up my spine, making me shudder.

I squeeze my eyes closed, silently praying that he isn’t going to answer it. That our night doesn’t end here.

But despite begging every single deity that exists, I already know what’s about to happen.

I can sense it.