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No one else outside of our family sees that, though. All they see is the legend and the fake smile he hides behind.

I put the photo into a drawer before lifting the glass to my lips and trying to swallow down the bitterness. The heat of the whiskey burns all the way down to my stomach as I stand in the middle of the room.

What I really want to do is race upstairs and lose myself in the willing man who is hopefully already naked in my bedroom.

My cock aches as I vividly remember how he looked laid out on my bed, his hard cock waiting for me.

I also remember just how he tasted.

Fucking delicious.

I’ve been craving it since the moment I walked out of the room that night.

The kiss he gave me before following my orders was nowhere near enough.

I glance at the clock, noting that it’s been ten minutes.

That’s enough to torture us both, right?

As I walk to the kitchen to abandon my empty glass, I sink my free hand into my sweats. I squeeze my erection as my knuckles drag through the precum that’s soaked into them.

I’ve jerked off to the memories of that night every fucking day since he walked out, but it’s barely scratched the surface.

Nothing other than finally sinking inside him, losing myself in his hot and hard body, will be enough to sate the need that’s been coursing through my veins for weeks now.

I give myself a slow stroke and very quickly realize that my patience has well run out.

I take the stairs three at a time, but as I hit the hallway, I force myself to calm down.

I want to walk into that room ready to command it.

Garrett might have given me the push I needed to get here with him—or at least, he did last time when he climbed into the back of my Uber with me. But I’m the one in charge. Watching him do exactly as he’s told is one of the biggest turn-ons ever.

I comb my fingers through my hair and quickly rearrange myself once again, shamelessly ensuring I’m tightening my sweats as much as possible. It was impossible to miss the way he stared at me as if he couldn’t think about anything but spending the night on his knees, swallowing me down like a good boy.

“Get your shit together,” I whisper to myself, willing my heart rate to slow down a little.

Once I’m feeling a little more in control, I throw the door open and stride into my bedroom.

It fucking kills me, but I don’t look at him.

I know exactly where he is, though. I’m also fully aware that he’s fully naked, just like I told him to be, and waiting for me.

I march across the room and straight into the bathroom. His eyes burn my skin as he watches me, silently questioning what I’m doing. But he doesn’t voice a single one of them.

The sound of water hitting the shower tray fills the room, and no doubt my bedroom, and I drop my pants before stepping under the water. I showered before Garrett got here, but I can’t help making him wait a little longer. And anyway, I think he’ll get a kick out of the extra visual.

I only stay under the water long enough to soak my hair and body, then I turn the water off, wrap a towel around my waist, and stalk out of the bathroom.

Just as I hoped, Garrett’s eyes almost pop out of his head as I approach the end of the bed. Water droplets run down my body, racing down my indents and grooves before soaking into the towel that’s barely containing my erection.

“Get down here,” I command, pointing to my feet.

He immediately jumps to action, and not a second later, he’s in position.

A smirk kicks up one side of my mouth as he stares up at me, waiting for his next order.

“Do you think you’ve been waiting long enough?”