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So that’s what it was.

“Do they scare you?” he asked me asittrailed over my throat.

“No.”

Another tentacle joined the first. It curled around my earlobe, and I felt a jolt of heat.

“I’m glad they don’t,” he murmured, as if speaking too loud might scare them off.

It was so fucking good to be touched like that.

I returned to his mouth, conquering him in a slow kiss I hoped he felt in his bones. I’d always prided myself on being a good kisser.

This old dog has some tricks up his sleeve, too, Raven.

Just because he was a guy didn’t mean he wouldn’t appreciate a proper kiss. Or so I hoped. This was uncharted territory for me.

That’s never stopped me.

I nipped his bottom lip and dragged it between my teeth before licking my tongue over it, soothing the sting.

Max groaned when my tongue sneaked into his mouth to stroke his. The kiss turned fiercer and filthier. Feather-covered fingers dug into my back muscles and narrow hips thrust up against mine.

Fuck yes.

I’d found frotting on a list of sex practices for guys, feeling only a little embarrassed that I, as a thirty-two-year-old dude, needed a freaking list to figure out how to be intimate with someone with a dick. The insert-dick-into-available-holes thing was self-explanatory. I liked anal but had only ever been on the giving end before.

The idea of him inside me intrigued me a little more than I’d expected.

Okay, stop overthinking this shit. Focus on the raven at hand.

I rolled my hips, just to see how it felt.

For science. Oh fuuuck.

Our dicks slid against each other, the hard ridge in his chic black trousers bumpy against mine.

I’ve been curious about your special features for a while now, Raven.

“Oh, God. Do that again, baby!” His hands followed the curve of my spine, palming my ass and moving my body up.

Yeah, frotting is definitely a win in my book.

“Fuck, Max. That feels fantastic.”

Our eyes met, his bottomless eyes brimming with swirling shadows.

“Mm, you like that, Viking? Getting yourself off on my body?”

Do I?

“Yes,” I gasped before my brain was done thinking.

Max hummed again, taking a firmer hold of my ass, and ground our dicks together.

Oh shit, he’s going to make me come in my boxers.

“Yes, I am, Viking. You’ll cream those sexy white boxers for me.”