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“You’re saying that because you want to screw me later.”

“I’m saying it because it’s true. And yes, I won’t deny I’d like to bury my cock in your perfect arse before the end of the night, but when I praise you, I mean every word.”

He sniggers. “You meant it when you said you want to put a photo of me on your wall with your cum dribbling down my chin?”

“Um, I might have got a bit carried away. But I’m not now.” I cup his cheek. “You’re wonderful, baby. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. And don’t let the lack of job offers get you down. Think of it as the universe’s way of making you wait for the job that’s perfect for you.”

He presses into my touch. “I wish I could be as optimistic as you.”

“The right job will come up before you know it.” And when it does, we’ll have to say goodbye. “It’s getting chilly. Should we go back to the club?”

“For a bit.”

We stand and walk in the direction we came from.

Haru leans his head against my arm. “Thank you.”

“What for?”

“Being you.”

How do I respond to that? I hold his hand and squeeze his fingers.

After showing the bouncer the stamps on our hands, we’re let back into Fibre. We get drinks at the bar and then return to the dance floor. The walk has cooled and rejuvenated me. I’m ready to dance the night away with the guy who’s rapidly claiming my heart.

CHAPTER13

HARU

We dance until Fibre kicks us out at five in the morning. Although it’s still dark, the sky is tinged with soft streaks of pink on the horizon. Even on the edge of the city centre, birds are starting to sing. Kyle hugs me while we wait in line at the taxi rank. We don’t discuss it before getting into a taxi and going to his.

Once we get inside, Kyle shuts the door and stands behind me, his hands on my shoulders, kissing my neck and jaw. “Did I tell you how gorgeous you were when we were dancing?”

“Only about a dozen times.” Probably more, but I lost count.

“You were stunning. The prettiest boy in the club.”

“The guy I was dancing with was hot.”

He brushes his hand down my chest and rolls his palm over my left nipple through my skin-tight top.

“Fuck, Kyle, that feels so nice.”

“How tired are you, baby?”

I’m exhausted and sweaty. My skin is prickling, and my clothes are sticking to me. But I want him. “Not too tired for you to pound my arse.”

He chuckles, his lips vibrating against my neck. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

He moves his other hand to palm my cock through my jeans.

“Kyle,” I whimper.

“What do you call me?” His firm, commanding voice makes me tremble.

“Sir.” I’m glad he wants to play that game. I’d call him Sir all the time if he’d let me.

“I’ve noticed something about you, gorgeous.”