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“The first word I want to hear out of your mouth is my name when you’re moaning it or shouting it or however the fuck you need to say it. But I want to hear it off your tongue.First. Then we can go from there. Is that okay with you?”

When Daniel fingered the button of his shorts, Brantley nodded.Yes. God, yes,that was okay. He’d scream it from the rooftop if that was what Daniel wanted from him.

Brantley ran his hands up Daniel’s jacket, and when he got to the top of the lapels, it was like he’d been shot with adrenaline, because suddenly, he couldn’t wait to get him out of it.

Gripping each side of the material, he shoved it off first one shoulder, then the other, as Daniel leaned forward to capture his lips. Brantley groaned and let him sink inside with no resistance, Daniel’s tongue sensually rubbing over the top of his as he pulled on the jacket that was halfway down Daniel’s arms and threw it to the ground.

Daniel raised his head and let loose a smile so sinful that it should’ve been illegal, and then he released the hold he had on Brantley’s jaw and lowered his hand so both were now working at removing his shorts.

They were unbuttoned and unzipped in less than five seconds, then they were around his ankles, and Brantley kicked them aside and reached for the silver clasp of Daniel’s belt buckle.

Before he could get very far, Daniel was back, devouring his mouth as though it were his last meal, and one of his hands was now stroking his erection through his boxer briefs.

Brantley moaned, and his headthunked as it fell back against the wall. Then Daniel kissed and sucked his way down his neck to the collar of his shirt, where he raised his head and slid his fingers inside the elastic of his boxers.

Fuck,he was burning up.

“I’m gonna get you completely naked and in my bed, where I’ve dreamed about you too many nights to count.”

Brantley squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep his curse back. But when Daniel’s warm breath ghosted over his ear, Brantley lost the battle. “Fuck.”

“No…that’s not what I asked for. But let’s get you to my bedroom so you can give me what I want,” Daniel said, and nipped at his lobe. Then he stepped back, unzipped his pants, and dropped them to the ground.

Dressed in only his shirt, tie, and those sexy-as-hell briefs Daniel favored now, Brantley couldn’t help but reach down and masturbate to what he was seeing. He’d never wanted Daniel more.

“Go.” Daniel tilted his head. “And don’t dawdle, professor. I don’t have the fucking patience, and this hardwood is not the surface you want me to let loose on,” he said, following close behind.

Brantley turned down the hall Daniel had indicated and stepped into a large, light-colored room much like his own at home. White sheets covered a large, high-framed bed with a heavy-looking headboard, and the window was draped with long white curtains.

When Daniel stopped behind him and his hands landed on his waist, Brantley groaned at the hard-on nudging his ass.

“This room reminds me of you… I used to lie on that bed at night and dream about you. But not today,” Daniel whispered, wrapping an arm around his waist to close a fist around Brantley and stroke. “Today I get the real thing.”

Brantley bucked his hips forward. “Ahh, Jesus, Finn.”

“Yeah…there it is,” Daniel said, and worked him up and down again. “Again, Brantley. Say it again”

Brantley fucked his aching cock through the tight fist surrounding him and gave Daniel what he wanted. “Finn…fuck, I need more.”

“Yes… More,” Daniel agreed, releasing him to step in front of him and draw him farther into his room.

ONCE DANIEL HADBrantley by his bed, he slowly went to his knees and drew his boxer briefs down his legs. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he was in front of Brantley inhisbedroom. He’d been hellbent on getting home, packing a bag, and flying back to track this man down and tell him that he couldn’t go another day without him.

But when he’d stepped off his elevator and seen Brantley standing there, waiting for him at his door, all he’d wanted was to tear his clothes off and get as close to him as humanly possible—and that was exactly what he was about to do now.

Brantley looked fucking breathtaking wearing only a shirt as Daniel tossed the briefs aside and ran a hand up the back of his calf. The man had slid his hands into his hair, where he twisted, and tugged on his head so that Daniel was looking up at him. And all he could think was,God, I love him.

He continued to trail his fingers up behind Brantley’s knee and then farther to his ass. He then kissed his way along Brantley’s inner thigh, and he thrust forward, as Daniel cupped his ass cheeks and pulled his hips closer. With a wicked tongue, he traced the underside of his cock. A hiss of air left Brantley and his fingers flexed.

“Mhmm…” He loved the scent of him, so Daniel nuzzled his nose into the short hair surrounding the base of his shaft before he ran his lips back up to the flushed head. He sucked on the tip, and when Brantley’s fingers flattened to cradle the back of his head and urge him down, Daniel closed his eyes and swallowed him into his mouth.

“Finn…” he groaned, and punched his hips forward as he tightened his fingers in his hair.

He raised his head, dragging his lips off Brantley’s luscious cock, and made sure to tongue the pre-cum from the flushed head. Then he lowered again.

“Oh… Fuck, Finn.”

And nothing had sounded hotter than Brantley cursing out his name.