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“What?” Graham sounded confused.

“I’m demented, my sisters are… well, you know. Echo’s crotchety on a good day, and my parents are interfering harpies. Yet, you want to be with me, anyway. You… gasp… like it here.”

The side of his lip tilted in a hint of a smirk. “Did you, instead of making a gasping noise, say it aloud?”

“I might have done.”

His arms wrapped around me and squeezed as his body shook with amusement. I sighed as he buried his nose underneath my ear, shivering as it traced along the sensitive skin of my neck.

“This right here, holding you, inhaling your scent as you melt into me. Or when we wake, you in my arms, all warm and cuddly, before you mutter all the way downstairs about the unfairness of mornings, despising the fact coffee doesn’t materialize on your nightstand. And the nights where you lay against me as we watch cooking shows, noting a new recipe to try, while we talk about anything that comes to mind. The million ways you touch me; a brush of your lips against my skin, the noise you make when you need me inside you, or the way you gravitate toward me whether we’re the only ones in the room or not. I could’ve never imagined you. One, I have no originality in my thought processes and two, there’s no one comparable to you, sweetheart.”

Tears welled in my eyes, and I clutched at him. “You know I will always choose you. For the rest of our lives and even beyond.”

“I know that. I’m not going anywhere.”

Relief and something more sparked through me. We had forever; loving each other, building a life including marriage, kids, dogs, and a cat or two, and whatever roadblocks life threw our way. But he’d be my eternal Graham and I’d be his wacky, sex-obsessed partner. At that thought, I groaned, “Graham?”

His eyes sparked with excitement and desire. “You know I can’t resist you.”

Clothes flew as it became a contest not to break our kiss. We failed when our shirts bunched around our heads, but his laughter set my body alight. His hands opened along my back, sending a flutter of anticipation through me, but he paused as he reached the band of my new lace trunks.

I glanced up as he closed his eyes and watched the byplay on his face as his fingers skimmed the solid band. But when they roamed over the lace pattern on the front, cupping my hard cock barely contained in the fabric, his mouth pinched and he blew out a heavy breath while I whimpered.

“My heart can’t take much more of this. This morning it was the fucking sexiest pink jock and now… what color?”

“Black.”

“Are they panties?”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought of those. These don’t show as much as the jock, and they aren’t as skimpy as panties. And there was one color available. But—”

I stopped talking when his hands tightened on my hips, and he put distance between us. Before I whimpered in complaint, his gaze lowered. Mine followed, and I gasped when I noticed my precome leaked through the fabric and the dark spot grew the more his gaze focused on my cock.

“It’s see through.”

“Yes.”

Without another word, he bent down and wrapped his arms around my thighs as my hands landed on his shoulders. When he lifted me, I let out an embarrassing squeak. Soon, it turned into a moan as he mouthed my dick through the thin material.

Mesmerized by the muscles of his shoulders and arms bunching as he held me several feet off the floor, along with the provocative growls escaping his throat, I breathed in and out several times, hoping to prevent my leaking dick from exploding at Graham’s reaction.

“I need access to you, sweetheart.”

My foggy thoughts weren’t able to process his request, but after a moment, I glanced down at his heated gaze and surmised his request.

“I won’t let you fall,” Graham promised.

I flushed from head to toe at the thought of our positions, but released his shoulder with a shaking hand and grasped the band of my underwear. With deliberate movements, I hooked the side strap and shimmied it down. My hand moved across my body, lowering the other side of the lace until my cock sprang free.

Without pause, Graham swallowed me down his throat, causing me to clutch at his shoulders with both hands and shout his name.

“I’m going to come. Oh, fuck, I’m going to come.”

Instead of pulling off or throwing me onto the bed, his tongue flicked the tip of my dick, encouraging me. He glanced up as he swallowed me down once again, and with a wink, I lost the fight against my impending orgasm.

“Graham!”

His right forearm clamped against my ass as his other hand pressed against my lower back, savoring my release as I twitched and moaned in his embrace. The answering rumble as he swallowed me down, letting me know he craved me as much as I did him, made my cock twitch with one last spurt before I went limp.