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“Save it for me.”

Merrick’s eyes rolled back a little and his hips spasmed, thrusting toward friction Wilder was absolutely going to deny him.

“Save it for me,” Wilder said again. “I’ll go home and put a plug in. Come over after work and fuck me. Come inside of me.”

“Sir.” His voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “If you don’t stop talking like that, I’m going to come right now.”

Wilder reached down and grabbed Merrick’s aching cock, squeezing to the point of pain, which did nothing to squash Merrick’s arousal. “Don’t.”

Merrick gritted his teeth and blew out a long, shuddering breath.

“Yes, Sir.”

“When you go back to work, they’re all going to know.” Wilder took Merrick’s face in his hands, brushed his thumbs beneath Merrick’s wet lashes. “They’re all going to know I used you to get off and left you unsatisfied.”

A sharp flare of embarrassment burned at the base of his spine, and he hated that he liked it. Hated that he would get off so hard later knowing he’d been denied now…that everyone else would be able to read his need on his face. Wilder leaned in and softly pressed their mouths together, smiling against Merrick’s swollen lips.

“Put my cock away,” he whispered.

And he kept kissing Merrick while he did it, stroking their tongues together, clashing their teeth until Merrick hadmanaged to fight Wilder’s still half-erect and sticky cock back into his pants.

“Are you going to use the same plug as before?”

“Maybe. Maybe a bigger one so my hole gapes for your cock as soon as you get home. Maybe I’ll leave you lube by the front door so you can be wet and ready for me.” Wilder groped him again, groaning when Merrick’s breathing stuttered and hitched. “I have a secret to tell you.”

“Anything.”

“I’m just as desperate as you,” Wilder whispered. “I need you just as much, maybe more.”

“Wilder.” Merrick hated the way tears stung his eyes whenever Wilder was kind to him.

“So much.”

Wilder kissed him hard again, then shoved him against the door.

“I love my tattoo,” Wilder said. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

He had no idea how he was going to go back to work, drunk on Wilder, and get through his three pm appointment without messing it up.

“Go,” Wilder murmured. “Before I end up making you late.”

Merrick didn’t want to go, but he didn’t want to disobey. He forced himself out of the car, adjusting himself while Wilder watched. He hadn’t even had time to process the fact he’d given Wilder—his boyfriend, hisDom—a tattoo. And not just any tattoo, one Wilder hadn’t even wanted to see first. He trusted Merrick so completely, Merrick didn’t think Wilder had ever even looked at his wrist once.

“Can I tell you why I picked that for the tattoo?” he asked.

“After work,” Wilder promised.

“Okay,” he agreed. “After work.”

CHAPTER 20

Wilder

Wilder went homeand spent the next hour staring at the gorgeous ocean sunset Merrick had given him. The skin on his wrist was swollen and tender, but he traced his way across the lines and committed them all to memory anyway. He only took a break when his normal alarm went off, reminding him it was time to leave work, something he’d already done, and reminded him he wasn’t ready for Merrick. He had hours still before Merrick got off work, though, so he made himself a salad and then decided it was time to prepare for the evening.

He didn’t know what it was about the afternoon that had made him so desperately horny for Merrick, but he didn’t hate it. Maybe it was watching Merrick tattoo for the first time, which shouldn’t have been anything astounding. They’d already spent hours together when Wilder had watched Merrick paint and draw, but there was something inherently different about the permanence of the tattoo that sat differently with him. Maybe it was the fact Merrick was tattooinghimthat had done it. Either way, he liked it, and he would commit himself to a life of ink if it delivered him more of that feeling.