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It’s so cold outside, but the air between you two is muggy and charged when he grabs you and spins you around, then hoists you atop the table.

This way, the height difference between you two is negligible.

Even in the darkness, Kai’s eyes flash like black diamonds.

You thought his face would look harder. There’s an inscrutable expression written across his features. His gaze bores into you.

He pumps more aloe vera into his palm, and takes both your cocks into his big hand.

The heat of his fingers and the slide of his dick against yours make your thigh muscles tighten.

When you grab his shoulders, he doesn’t reprimand you.

You hate his clothes for existing, for standing between you and his skin.

Even through the layers of cloth, you can feel his arm working you both, making you crazy.

The heat is driving you insane. That’s the only explanation you can ponder for what breaks through your lips.

“I miss you,” you murmur.

His hand spasms, momentarily pushing his grip over to the wrong side of painful.

You yelp a bit, but he quickly corrects himself.

Kai doesn't respond. Instead, he drops his head, leaning his forehead against yours. It’s…

unexpectedly tender. His forehead is perspiring, and his face is a dark blur.

Your hands on his trapezius muscles slide to his neck, to feel his racing pulse beneath his collar of pearls.

“Tell me you miss me, too,” you insist.

He makes a strangled sound in his throat. You feel it rumble beneath your fingers.

“Of course I miss you,” he grits out. “It’s driving me crazy. Why… fuck. Why won’t you apologize , Sterling?”

To his credit, his hand hasn’t stopped pumping your cocks. You could say that you were carried away on the heat and friction, and that would be almost true, but it’s not the reason you don’t just do what he wants and say you’re sorry.

“I don’t like us fighting,” you say weakly.

Kai huffs. His mouth is two short inches from yours, and you can taste the fact that you said the wrong thing. His palm rolls over the crowns of your dicks, making you shiver. You tilt your head up and close the space between your lips, desperate to suck the words back out of his mouth.

This time, the kiss is slower. Hotter. It could have to do with the fact that you are both close, but you don’t think that’s all.

Kai’s free hand steals up from where it was gripping the edge of the table.

Fumbling, he touches the elastic tie holding your hair back.

His fingers are shaking as he undoes it.

An hour of your stylist’s work ironing out your curls and then slicking and smoothing the ponytail goes to hell as your hair falls down your back.

Kai gets his hand under it, cupping your ear and scalp.

He’s always loved your hair, and he loves it now, bunching it in his fingers and carding it like silk.

It pulls just a little, and the feeling makes you loose and unsteady.

“I love you,” you whisper.

Kai shudders at those words. Sighs, and comes, semen erupting over both your dicks. The heat and stickiness of it, the additional lubrication, finishes you off. Recklessly, you suck another kiss from his parted lips as your orgasm shakes through you.

After, he cleans up the mess with some shop rags that he finds on the shelving, and you manage to get your pants fastened with shaking fingers.

You perch back on the table, not trusting your legs just yet.

Your tuxedo jacket is a disgusting tapestry of smudged brown stains, and there are some very damning wet spots on the crotch of your pants.

Your hair is also a lost cause. Kai, somehow, looks physically untouched by everything that has gone on.

Even without a mirror, he looks perfect, his pin-tucked shirt and his handsome suit impeccable, nothing more disturbed than the clasp of his pearl necklace having rotated around to the front. (You wish there was evidence.)

“Are we broken up?” you ask him.

He doesn’t look up from brushing invisible dust off the rear of his pants. “You tell me.”

His voice sounds gruff and tired.

“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you. Is that what this—” You gesture between the two of you, “was about? Breakup sex?”

“ This shouldn’t have happened,” he says stiffly. “My head’s not screwed on straight. Saw you and forgot why I was upset.”

“So, don’t be upset. Do you want to break up?”

Kai keeps his eyes on the ground, straightening the diamond bracelet on his wrist. “I keep expecting to read about it online,” he says slowly. “Maybe, if I’m lucky, your lawyer will text me and tell me that it’s over. Since you get to gatekeep the relationship and all.”

You’re too wrung out to follow his train of thought. “What are you talking about?”

His snort has that same, exhausted dejection. “You decided when we were official, remember? I found that out from a lawyer, too. We joked about me getting a promotion. I got to sign a new NDA and everything. Will there be another one when I’m your ex? Make sure I don’t run my mouth?”

“I just want to know,” you insist. Your voice sounds small. “Are we taking a break?”

He shakes his head. “Only flaky-ass people take breaks,” he says. “If you really love someone, you just need space sometimes. Do you actually love me, Sterling? Or was this just something else that you needed?”

The answer is obvious, but the word sticks in your throat.

Luckily—or unfortunately?—a groundskeeper from the arboretum picks that moment to wrench the door open. He jolts a little when he sees the two of you.

“You guys from the party?” he asks. “Everyone is going home.”

“The door was stuck,” you say flatly. “You guys probably need to fix it.”

“Sure it was,” he says, blinking rather obviously at the dirt stains all over you. “Eh. I was young and riled up once upon a time, too.”

He says it with humor in his voice, but nothing’s funny. Kai stalks off, sad and conflicted, leaving you to do possibly the world’s first walk of shame from a celebrity garden party scavenger hunt.

(You hand the gift bag to the groundskeeper on your way out.)