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My eyes examined the soft freckles dotting his pecs as my palms itched to open against his skin to see if everywhere was as delectable to touch. But when my gaze halted on the tuft of hair sprinkled on his lower abs leading down past the sheet, I stared, making out the cut of his hips and my dick swelled in my sweats. My mouth watered as every nerve in my body stood up and took notice.

That was when I realized how lecherous I was being and bit back a curse.

Fuck! Fuck! Fucking fuck! He’s an only just a legal adult.

Well, that absurd notion flew out the fucking window when Ollie moaned what sounded like my name in his deep-as-sin voice and rolled onto his back.

I held my breath as his eyelids fluttered open. His azure gaze found mine and instead of freaking out to find me hovering over him as he slept, he smiled, stealing the last of my breath.

“Hi,” he breathed.

I was out of sorts and still breathing hard from the shock of my snowballing desire, making my body aware it had been a few weeks since I had anyone under me. But despite the flare of need, there was also a swell of affection; no other word for it, for this man. Yes, I acknowledged, albeit in my mind, that Ollie was all man.

“Hi, yourself?—”

I choked on the last word when his hand, his warm, soft hand, reached up and cupped my cheek before he slid his thumb along my bottom lip. Despite my varied and vast encounters over the years, I’d never experienced the sudden swirl of both passionate desire and intense gratitude from a simple touch.

“You’re so detailed,” he whispered in awe as he continued with his slow, thorough exploration of my face with the pad of his thumb. Down my jaw line, over the pulse in my throat, and when my brows furrowed at his cryptic words, his fingers brushed against them, smoothing them out.

“Please don’t frown,” he murmured, “you’re so beautiful. Good job, brain, for conjuring you.”

Unable to keep my surprise inside, I cursed as I watched his eyes widen as they skimmed over my face.

“What?”

“Ah, honey, I hate to burst your bubble, but I’m real. Remember, we met on a plane yesterday and my family adopted you soon after?”

The adorableness of this man when he blinked, reaching out, and pressing a hand to my regrettable covered chest, had me clenching my fists at my sides, preventing me from reaching for him. Although I wanted to touch him more than my next breath, my fantasy disappeared in a puff of smoke when he jerked his hand back as though he’d touched flames. He scrambled backwards out of bed, hovered in the air for an absurd second, before hitting the floor with a thud, which made those protective instincts of mine surge again.

“Oh, shit! Are you okay, Ollie?”

His head popped up on the other side of the bed and his mouth twisted in a frown before he stood, feet away, all his glorious naked beauty on indisputable display. I gasped and started coughing as I coveted the miracle that was before me.

“Yeah…”

Seeming more awake, his eyebrow quirked up, and when my eyes dropped to his naked and perfect form, his gaze followed. It appeared salacious, unable to direct my gaze to the wall, or, if I had any decency in me, toward the floor. Instead, I roamed over his wide shoulders, the muscular definition of his pecs and abs, and those fucking v-shaped cuts making my mouth water as I dreamed about licking him, tasting him. The man was the epitome of a hot-as-fuck nerd, and I wanted to take him apart with my hands and lips.

Without even breaking the spell, he glanced down, blinking, before reaching for his glasses, taking another look. He then screeched and yanked the sheet, which was tucked underneath the mattress, and the action jerked him forward, sending him sprawling on the bed and giving me the perfect view of his shapely ass.

Rather than continue to yank at the bedding, he gripped the edge of the comforter and rolled until he cocooned himself in it. He landed with his face pressed against the mattress, his glasses somehow intact, when the filthiest groan I’ve ever heard someone make outside a sexual situation reached my ears.

“How much can I pay you to forget this ever happened? I can even give you my first born if that’s required for you to erase every moment from your memory since I woke,” Ollie mumbled.

Emotions warred within me; lust, affection, protectiveness, and jealousy, which meant I took too long to answer. When he lifted his head up to peer up at me through his lashes, there was a look of concern marring his face.

“Was it traumatizing, you know, seeing me… naked?” He whispered the entire question.

“Fucking hell, Ollie! You’re one of the most gorgeous creatures I’ve ever laid my eyes on and you’re worried I’m traumatized? I’m not, by the way. You’ll see proof, especially if your eyes trail down…”

I was joking, but when his eyes leveled with my cock pressed against the material of the flimsiest pair of sweats I owned, they widened and another obscene sound escaped his throat before he blinked, his cheeks awash with a beautiful coral stain, as he buried his face in his hands.

The rush of lust left me lightheaded and throbbing, but it was his next innocent words which almost sent me over the edge.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t intend to… look. Did I make you uncomfortable? Do you want me to leave?”

The last thing in the world I wanted was Ollie anywhere I wasn’t, so I placated him.

“Ollie, you are family now.” I ignored his flinch and the way my stomach seized with the lie before I continued, “And like with my other siblings, there’s so much chaos around on most daysthat there’s no use getting embarrassed by something as small as seeing each other naked.”