Page 123 of The Fake Husband Deal

I hated that I had to bring this up. It was never an issue between us, but one day it could be. “Aren’t you worried about my age? What happens when I’m seventy and you’re still in the prime of your life? Or when I die?”

“I will love you until your dying breath.”

“That’s the problem, Noah. I know you will, and I’m not sure I want you to. It’s not fair on you.”

“Can we not talk about you dying? You are still very much alive.”

He stroked my cock over my slacks, proving I was not just alive but ready to play.

“You were amazing in that meeting. I was so hard for you. If you’d banged your fist against the conference table, I would have come on the spot.”

“Do you have a corporate sex kink?”

“Fuck yeah. Have you looked at you in a suit?”

Lior

“Enough talking, Noah Spencer.”

I undid the top buttons on his shirt and impatiently pulled it over his head. He tried to do the same to me, but I held his hands behind his back. I was in charge now.

I worshipped his nipples with my tongue until they were little peaks of pleasure.

Noah moved against me, trying to get more of what felt good. I loved how unashamedly hedonistic he was.

With one arm around his waist, I flipped us so he lay on the bed. I covered his body with mine.

His legs went immediately around my waist as he tried to get some friction. I ignored it and proceeded to cherish his body the way I’d wanted since the night we met.

“You taste delicious, Noah.”

“I know. I’m a fucking strawberry cocktail. Just eat the fruit already.”

I licked his sternum and kissed all the small ridges of his abs, the sexy V hiding under his jeans.

He unlocked his legs to give me room to move. I undid his jeans and pulled them down only enough to bury my face in his crotch.

“Lior,” he panted.

“God, Noah, you’re so intoxicating.” I kissed the head of his cock through his underwear. “I want you so fucking much.”

“You have me.”

He pushed his jeans farther down his hips. I loved teasing him, but torture wasn’t my thing, and I was right there with Noah. I needed this too much.

I pulled his clothes the rest of the way off until he was naked, splayed out for me to enjoy, to relish.

My clothes followed his into a pile on the floor.

“Look at you. I don’t even know where to start.”

He bit his lower lip and raised his legs, hooking his hands on the backs of his knees.

“Is that what you want, baby? You want me to eat you?”

“Like your last meal.”

Before I indulged, I reached over to the bedside table to grab the lube.