Page 65 of King of Pain (Damaged Hearts #1)

Bust A Move

Chance

“Fuck,” I pant, eyes on the wall above the headboard, “that’s some good dick.”

Ant’s behind me, one hand twisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip. “And you take it so good, baby,” he growls, pulling on my hair just enough to steal my breath. “Look at that ass bouncing.”

I groan and push back into him, grinding down like the needy slut I am.

“So hungry for it,” he murmurs, voice filthy and rough. “You ready for my load?”

He yanks on my hair again, harder this time, and I barely manage to choke out, “Fuck yes!”

Then he shifts, strong arms wrapping around me, pulling me upright until my back is flush with his chest. One hand slides up, curling gently—but firmly around my throat.

His lips graze the shell of my ear. “Ride.”

And I do.

I ride him like I’ve waited over three years for it.

In a blur of skin and sweat, we come together.

We collapse in a tangled, breathless heap on the cool sheets, his heartbeat thrumming against my back, my legs still shaking.

We both roll onto our backs, chests heaving.

Then I look down toward the foot of the bed… and nearly lose it.

Two small, judgmental eyes are fixed on us, wide and unblinking.

“Oh my God,” I wheeze, cracking up.

Ant turns his head lazily from beside me. “What?”

I nod toward the end of the bed.

Ant looks up,blinks, and then bursts out laughing.

Little G is sitting there, perched like some grumpy oldman, juststaring.

We’re both gasping with laughter now, tangled in each other and the sheets.

“Great,” I groan, rubbing a hand down my face. “He’s completely judging us.”

Ant rolls onto his side, kisses my shoulder, and whispers, “Totally worth it.”

Hestretchesandgroansalittleashestandsup from the bed, working hishandthrough his hair before turning to grab his gym shorts from the floor. I stare openly as he walks across the room, the golden light from the early morning sun sliding across his bare ass.

That form. Good lord.

He bends to step into his shorts, and I catch a glimpse of everything before he tucks it away, that big dick swinging low and defiant.

The fabric of his shorts doesn’t stand a chance, but he manages to get it wrangled before ushering Little G off the bed to go out.

It’s been a month of this. A month of hot nights and sweet mornings tangled in each other’s limbs.

A month of Ant exploring my body.

My God, the exploring.

Sincethat first time, he’s become completely feral. His hands are on me constantly.

Mostly on my ass.

He can’t stop touching my ass.

I’ve had to force him out the door on workdays. I’ve stashed lube in every corner of the condo, the shower, the gym bags, his glove compartment.

Not that I’m complaining. He’s taking back his sexuality. Claiming his power. Rewriting what it all means to him.

I’m more than happy to be the recipient of his oversized enthusiasm.

And I do mean oversized.

So what if I walk with a limp now? They make pretty stylish canes these days. Ooh, maybe they have one with a compartment at the top… for lube.

Thirty minutes later, I’m still in bed, a freshly fucked smile on my face. Guess I better stop procrastinating and get this day started.

I roll out of bed, tug on a pair of shorts, and head into the kitchen. I get the coffee going, popping a pod in for the first cup just as the front door opens and Guinness trots through it, tongue wagging from their run.

Ant follows behind, a little flushed from the morning heat, that damn dick still outlined in his shorts. This is a problem. I can’t let him leave the house like that anymore.

Especially to run.

All that bouncing.

Nope.

I grab the finished mug from under the machine and hold it out. “Here. Get caffeinated. I’ll get Little G his breakfast.”

Ant takes it gratefully and leans in for a soft kiss. I hum into it, eyes closed. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.”

He pulls back just far enough to search my face. “Having my lips on you every day?”

I nod, and he grins. “Well, get used to it, mister.”

He presses another quick kiss to my lips.

God, I’m done for.

He steps back and opens the fridge.

“So, what are your plans for this beautiful Saturday?” I ask as I hand Guinness his food.

“First,” he says, pulling out a carton of eggs and setting them on the counter, “I’m going to make my man some breakfast.”

That does something to me I can’t even explain.

I beam at him. “I like the sound of that.”

Hestartscrackingeggsintoabowland continuescasually, “After that, I probably should start looking online for a place. My lease is up at the end of next month, and I don’t want to renew. I can afford a better place now, with the promotions and bonuses.”

My stomach drops.

The smile stays on my face, but that little bit of panic slips under my ribs like ice. I change the subject quickly.

“You’ve really moved up fast. You still wanting to open your own agency?”

Ant nods, whisking the eggs. “That’s the plan. It’s still far off, but I want to specialize in representing queer and female athletes. I want my agency to be a fierce advocate in their corner.”

He moves to the cutting board and starts chopping mushrooms. “Meg’s taught me so much, and she has great perspective in that space. I want to use that and build something special.”

My chest warms, despite the nerves rattling underneath. “Any athlete would be lucky to have you fighting for them. That’s a great focus. I don’t imagine there are a lot of agencies doing that.”

Ant Shakes his head. “There’s not. But I don’t want to stop there. I think these athletes can be incredible role models for young people. I want to tie a nonprofit to the agency, something that provides resources for kids who’ve been through it.”

I blink at him.

He glances over and shrugs. “There’s so much focus on getting queer and other at-risk youth out of bad situations. Then what? They’re expected to survive, but no one gives them the tools to actually thrive . I want to change that.”

Imovebehindhimashestirs eggs in the pan and wrap my arms around his waist. I press my chin on his shoulder and whisper, “Just when I thought my heart couldn’t get any more full of you.”

He drops his head, bashful, and I press a kiss to his cheek.

“I love you, Anthony Pacini.”

He sets down the knife, spins around, grabs the back of my hair and repeats it with ease and confidence. “I love you too.”

Then he slams his mouth against mine, tongue sliding past my lips knowing he owns them.

Because he does.

I laugh into it and pull back. “Nope. Don’t get started. I’m starving. You need to put fuel in this ride before you take it for another spin.”

He barks a laugh and gives me a playful shove. “Go on. Get out of here,” he says with heat in his eyes. And put a shirt on. You’re distracting.”

I just grin at him, smug.

He snatches a towel from the counter, starts winding it up threateningly.

“Oh shit—” I take off running down the hall laughing as he cracks it in my direction.

But even as I run, my mind lingers.

His lease is up. He’s looking for a new place.

And I know one thing for sure.

That just won’t do.

The elevator dings open on Ant’s floor, and I step out with my gym bag slung over my shoulder. I was planning to walk straight to the gym, but an unshakable impulse made me stop here instead.

I was a wreck all weekend watching Ant surf apartment listings online. I wanted to tell him to stop. To just go get his stuff and move in already. But I don’t want to push.

The young woman at reception, all auburn hair and warm smile, looks up from her desk and greets me. “Welcome! How can I help you today?”

I shift the strap of my bag and smile. “Hi. I’m here to see Anthony Pacini.”

She clicks something on her screen, a little confused. “Oh. I’m sorry, I don’t have an appointment for him right now.”

I lean over the desk slightly and lower my voice, dialing up the charm just enough. “Well, I don’t have an appointment.”

Her eyes dart up at me. I draw a little circle on the counter with my finger.

“But before I explain myself… I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name,” I say coyly.

She softens, almost laughing. “Callie.”

“Callie.” I nod, like we’re besties now. “See, Callie, I could have texted him. But I haven’t seen him in his work element yet and wanted it to be a surprise. I’m his boyfriend.”

“Oh! Aren’t you just boyfriend goals.” Then her gaze runs the length of me, and she adds with a smirk, “I just assumed you were one of our athletes because I mean…”

She gestures up and down.

I just grin.

“Well, boyfriend ,” she says, all bright and cheery now, “his office is just down the hall, take a right at the end, second door on the left.”

“You’re the best, Callie.” I tap the desk lightly. “When I come back, I want a sticky note with your lunch order. It’s on me today.”

She practically beams. I grab the strap of my bag again and stroll toward the hallway she pointed out.

When I find his door, it’s closed. I knock gently.

“Come in,” I hear him say.

I push the door open and step inside.

Ant looks up from his desk and his whole face lights up.

“Baby!”

I smile. “Hey.”

He’s already pushing back from his desk and circling toward me. “What are you doing here?”

“Gee,” I say, setting my gym bag down in one of the chairs, “can’t a guy surprise his boyfriend?”

“This is the best kind of surprise.”

He pulls me into a hug and plants a lingering kiss on my lips.

“You want to sit?” he asks as he shuts his office door. He motions to the chairs across from his desk, but I can’t sit. I start pacing.

He squints at me. “Okay… so, what—?”

“Move in with me,” I blurt out.

He freezes.

No words come. His mouth opens slightly but nothing comes out.

I keep going, because now that it’s out, I can’t stop.

“I know it might seem soon. But really, it’s not. It’s been years, Ant. We lost time, but we already have what most people build toward. I know you’re looking for a new place, and you can afford something great now.”

I pace a little more, my hand in my hair.

“But you want to start your own agency, right? My condo is already paid for. You could save that rent money, put it toward your dream. You’re there all the time anyway. I want it to be ours. I don’t ever want to wake up without you again. Don’t sign a new lease. Please say yes.”

I stop pacing, look over, and he’s sitting.

He’s gone back to his desk and just… sat down.

My arms fling out to the side. “Ant, come on. Say something.”

“Come here.”

“What?”

He says it again. Firmly. “Come.Here.”

Fuck. I love when he uses that voice on me.

I step over and he grabs me by the hips and pulls me in, then presses me back against the desk, between his knees, his face level with my abs. His hands slide up my bare thighs to the waistband of my gym shorts.

I blink. “Ant, we can’t. What if someone—”

“Shh,” he says, already tugging downward. “It’s only Meg’s office and mine on this end. She’s out of town. No one else comes back here without an appointment.”

Myeyes close as he yanks my shorts down and swallows me whole.

I bite down on my lip in a failed attempt to hold in a groan.

Ant huffs a laugh around my cock as he works my length just enough to get me hard.

In a flash, he’s on his feet, spinning me around until the fronts of my thighs hit the desk.

Suddenly I’m bent forward, chest pressed flat to the wood as he yanks my shorts, and boxer briefs the rest of the way down.

I’m completely exposed to him.

He hums in appreciation, dragging a hand over my right ass cheek before letting his fingers wander, prying between the curves. My face heats as he trails his index finger upward and taps against my hole.

My breathing turns ragged. I wiggle my ass in response, a wordless plea.

Ant huffs lightly. “Do you have any—”

“My gym bag. Left pocket.” I interrupt, breathless.

He steps back with a smirk. “Hmm, smart boy. Though I’m a little concerned that you need lube at the gym.”

“Yeah, well, my boyfriend is feral. I have to be prepared,” I shoot back. “Case in point.”

Snickering, Ant rounds the desk again and lands a playful smack on my right cheek.

“Blame this ass. Not me,” he growls.

I roll my forehead against the grain of the desktop. “Ant, please.”

His hands grip the outside of my thighs. “So needy.”

Then he drops to his knees, palms spreading me open. I gasp, sucking in a breath.

Antwhistles. “Now this is what I call lunch delivery.”

And let me tell you… the man loves to eat.

Thank fuck for pre-gym showers.

Ant dives in, making me gasp while gripping the edge of his desk.

He gives my hole a single pass with the broad width of his tongue, followed by an assault of swirls and tongue fucking until I'm a writhing mess.

“Oh, fuck,” I whisper as softly as I can manage.Frantically, I twist to look over my shoulder, reach back, fist the top of his hair, and yank. “You need to get inside me. Now.”

He wipes his mouth as he stands and pops the button on his pants. I turn back, bracing myself as I hear the lube cap click open.

His hand glides up the back of my shirt, bracing my shoulder as he works two slick fingers inside me.

We don’t have the time, and I don’t have the patience for him to prep me fully.

“I’m ready. Hurry before we get busted.”

Ant doesn’t answer. He just removes his fingers, and I feel the press of his cock against me, thick and hot.

“This is going to be quick,” he pants.

“Give it to me, boss man,” I tease, feeding this impromptu office fantasy.

That gets a reaction. His hands slide up my back and over my shoulders, clasping together beneath my chin like a bridle.

Then he pounds into me like he invented office fucking.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan.

The sounds of skin against skin echo against the walls, and when I hear a low rumble from his chest, I know he’s close. It’s his tell.

Ant releases my chin, wraps one hand around my waist, the other around my cock, and he strokes me in sync with his thrusts.

It doesn’t take long.

He swells inside me and marks his territory as I come hard in his hand.

Ant collapses over me, forehead to my back, panting.

I laugh, breathless. “We should probably get out of this compromising position.”

He groans, straightening, then helps me up. “Eh, Meg would probably pay for a show. The things she’s said about you? Definitely not safe for work.”

I laugh as I get my shorts back on and hand him a towel from my gym bag to clean up. I study him—still breathless, still reeling.

Always beautiful.

“You didn’t answer me,” I say.

Ant raises a brow. “Pretty sure that was my answer.”

He taps his chin, eyes gleaming. “But if you want something more official?”

I nod, dazed and hopeful.

Hegrins. “All I can say is… took you long enough to ask, baby.”

Thesmile that flashesacross my face is fast aslightning.

My heart beats likerolling thunder.

My eyes are threatening to rain.

He is my perfect storm.