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“I want this,” he says, brushing a curl behind my ear and leaning forward. “I want you.” He drags his lips softly across my jaw, peppering kisses down my neck until he reaches the crease at my shoulder. “What do you want?”

“You.”

“Then take me,” he says, and I reach between us and unbutton his jeans, his hard cock tenting the thin fabric of his boxers. He’s unbuttoning my pants almost as fast, while his other hand is in my hair and his lips are on mine.

I work his jeans and boxers down, over his tight round ass, grabbing it in fists and moaning into his mouth when he pulls me out and wraps his hand around my length, giving it a slow soft stroke.

I release his ass, moving to take a hold of him, too, but he pulls back.

“I got you,” he says in a fucking sexy rasp that makes my cock twitch.

Then he spits into his hand and reaches between us, and I suck in a breath as he positions his cock beside mine, the soft skin igniting a million nerves and sending a rush of electricity through me.

“Oui, yes you do,” I breathe and clench his ass tighter.

He softly swipes the pad of his thumb over my cockhead.

“Oh god,” I moan, and he does it again, collecting the precome he’s brought out of me and then slides his hand down and back up again. He works us slowly in firm strokes, sliding the soft skin over my cockhead and then back down, teasingly slow. I’m desperate to kiss those pouty lips of his.

I thrust into his downstroke, and he lets out a deep groan from his chest encouraging me on, and I thrust again, careful not to push him off my small bed.

He jerks us, as I explore every muscle of his ass and back, and lift my hips into every stroke. He nuzzles my neck, burying his face into the soft skin, moaning kisses down until he sucks the crease at my shoulder. The pressure inside me builds, and all I can think is, harder, faster, tighter as his grip on my hair tightens. He lifts his head, panting, eyes locked on mine.

“Holy shit,” he breathes as his chest heaves up and down. I keep my gaze locked on his, trying to stave off the building orgasm, but as his desperate stare bores into mine, my balls tighten and the electricity pulses through me.

His ass flexes in my grasp, and then his head tilts back. Lips parted, he breathes in short grunts, completely blissed out. It’s my breaking point. Seeing him so far gone, my high hits hard and fast, balls pulling up tight, thighs tensing as I unload between us, my come coating his fist, our cocks, my chest, and then his heat joins mine, and he shudders against me.

He buries his face in my neck, his warm breath like a perfect summer breeze against my skin, and we lie there in each other’s arms until our breathing has returned to normal and the noises of the kitchen start to filter through to my room.

“I should go,” he says, and a lump forms in my throat.

“You want to leave?”

He pushes onto one elbow and smiles that big gorgeous smile and cards his fingers through my hair.

“Not forever, just to my room to shower and change.”

“I have a shower here,” I say, looking past him to the door.

“Yes, but you also need to shower, and I don’t think we’d both fit in there. I peeked inside before. It doesn’t look that big.”

“Do you want to get lunch together? We can talk more about what renovations the place needs?” I ask. What I actually want to say is we can talk about how amazing this place will be when we are both running it, but even after this, I don’t know that he will stay, and I wouldn’t want him to think I only did this to get him to. I’ve known there was something special about Nate front the moment we met as kids, and seeing him again, all these years later, only reignited those feelings like pouring gas on a bonfire.

“Lunch sounds great. Do you have any more of those cheesecakes?”

“Oui, but I’m making something else for dessert tonight.”

“Then I can have whatever you have left, if you aren’t going to be serving them.”

He rests his chin on my chest, peering up at me through his thick lashes with a cheeky grin.

“I suppose it would be a shame for them to go to waste. Shower first, then dessert.”

“Some might call what we just did, dessert?” he says, and I blush.

“It was the highlight of my day so far. Dessert should always be the star.”

“Well, the day is only half over. Maybe we can…have dessert again later tonight. In my room?”