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“Let’s celebrate,” Valentina announced.

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CONNOR

Ollie, still laughing at the whispers from the triplets before I lured him upstairs, looked up at me when the door shut behind us and I pressed my body to his, sinking into him, as I took his mouth in a deep kiss. It was a testament to how easy going Ollie was because he draped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me closer. He was never shy about sharing affection with me.

The night was an all out celebration with arepas, which mama makes on special occasions, along with her famous cheese enchiladas, and my favorite, mole de pollo.

On top of my and Ollie’s good news, Thomas relayed he convinced Sam he’d been working himself into exhaustion and they needed time to build their relationship, so he took his required vacation days before he lost them altogether, and for the next three weeks, he planned on moving his boyfriend into his home and catching up on all the TV shows and movies he’d missed out on. Because of his rare reprieve from work, he dropped his sometimes overbearing persona as our older brother and enjoyed the night with us. It was great to see himsnuggled up to Thomas, and for the first time in years, I watched as he relaxed and allowed himself to just be with the family.

The triplets lured Omi and Emilia into a game ofTwister, which ended up in a hilarious sprawl of bodies on the floor. Ollie, something I could attest to, was more limber than any of the others, so it ended up in a sibling contest to beat my boyfriend. Mama encouraged them by spinning for them, laughing whenever anyone became competitive, and in my family, meant always.

It was the most fun I had with my family in years.

But now, alone with the one man who brought us all closer together and drew out the possessive beast inside me to claim him, I couldn’t get enough of him.

Kissing had never been a requirement for fucking. But with this man, slotting our lips together as I absorbed his moans, amped up my need by a thousand-fold and I reached underneath his shirt and caressed the silky skin on his back.

Why was this man so addictive?

I’d never been what the tabloids suspected; a flighty man who hopped from project to project and person to person. My interest wasn’t static and as I told Spencer when we had a press tour in South Korea, there wasn’t anyone who drew my attention for more than a day.

But Ollie, being himself, changed everything. He learned about me, got involved in my life and all the craziness that came with it, and instead of changing, he became as protective of me as I was of him.

“Connor, please,” he begged.

Without waiting another second, I slid my fingers into the back of his hair and squeezed. I slanted my mouth and devoured him as he whimpered, clutching his fists into my shirt, yanking me closer, and pressing us together from chest to hips. His hardness against mine elevated the need that grew inside meeach time we touched, even as innocent as holding hands with this man.

“Fuck,cariño mío, you drive me insane. Can I be inside you this time?”

“Yes,” Ollie breathed.

He trailed kisses from my mouth down to my neck, where he started sucking a mark on my skin, before he stilled.

“Sorry.”

A harsh breath escaped my mouth, and I lifted his chin and swept my tongue against his lips, loving the whimper I drew from his throat.

“You can mark me. Bite me, I don’t care as long as you’re touching me.”

Without another plea, I moved my hands underneath his tee and slid his shirt up, loving the muscles underneath. At first glance, the man with messy hair, cute as hell glasses, and preferring the casual style of tees and jeans seemed nerdy. Underneath, he had defined muscles on a compact, skinny body that lit a desire in me, flaring out of control whenever I had permission to touch.

Taking my advice, he leaned closer, shoved my shirt halfway up my chest, and bit down on a nipple, causing my body to jerk and precome to dribble from my already interested and throbbing cock.

As a man who prided myself on control of my partner’s pleasure, I was one breath away from spilling in my boxer briefs. Before I succumbed to the ultimate pleasure of being touched by Ollie, an idea of how I could make my man shout came to mind.

My hands cupped his face, bringing him up to feast on his swollen lips, as Ollie’s hands refused to stay in one place. We broke apart only to get our shirts off, and if the glint in his eyes didn’t allow insight into his plans, then his actions as he bent his knees enlightened me. Instead of letting him do as he pleased, Ishook my head and reached over to strip him of the rest of his clothing along with mine.

“Connor, I want you in my mouth.”

A harsh chuckle escaped my throat. “I was thinking the same thing.”

With a strength I seldom used with my lovers, I gripped Ollie’s waist and lifted him to settle on the bed. With one hand on his chest, I tilted my lips in a tantalizing smile, which never failed to draw a sharp breath from his throat before he relaxed, lust overwhelming him.

I scrambled onto the bed, lying on my back, before I lifted him by the waist and had him straddle my face.

“What…” Ollie choked.