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I took a risk with those words. It could be something he was interested in, or he could find my comment too far—too much. There was something freeing about worrying about kinks, and no longer being tied in knots about him wanting me when he knew about my arm. “That’s something we can definitely work on.” Damn, he said we would work on it. There was so much I wanted to say, but this thing was new, and if I pushed too far, I could destroy it. For now, I would tuck away the information to revisit later.

“What do I need to do to help you change? And in case I hadn’t mentioned it before, this look is fucking hot.”

“You think I’m hot?”

“Oh, Angus.” I took his hand and placed it over my bulge. “Yeah. I think you are fire.” He squeezed my shaft, which made my body tingle. I had been in love, even engaged, before the accident, but I don’t recall feeling like I did about Angus.

There wasn’t even a pause. Angus pulled me tight, then kissed me hard. Our tongues tangled, and a low moan came from one of us, maybe even both of us. I removed his jacket, then ran my hand up and down his waist, which was tucked tight in the garment. The look was sexy. It made his shoulders look broader, and his ass bubbled. I liked how the tension felt under my hand, and by the gasp he made when I squeezed his waist, he liked it too.

With my lips on his, I carefully started to untie the corset. In a way, I hated to free him, but I also couldn’t wait to feel the heat of his skin. With some help from Angus, I released the corset. He unbuttoned the shirt that had been underneath and pulled it out of his pants—the open button of his jeans wasn’t missed. As soon as his torso was bare, I couldn’t help but suck and bite the muscles that went from his neck to his shoulder. My hand ran over his stomach, then around to his back, where I soaked up the heat.

Angus leaned into the contact, a quiet growl lighting up my body when I heard it. Before I went further, I needed to make sure we were on the same page. “I am not sure why you came here tonight, but things could get spicy if you are interested in that.”

Warmth washed over me when he chuckled. “It wasn’t why I came over, but I am completely on board with things getting spicy.”

To me, consent was sexy, and that was all I needed. Without shame, I went for the zipper of his jeans, and the sound echoed throughout the room. He was stone hard, and I took a moment to take a good look before I continued. Angus was blessed. He was long and thick, the head pushed prominently out of the waistband of his tight boxer briefs. It was mouthwatering in the best possible way. “You are certainly a lot of man. More icing on that cake.” I pushed his pants and underwear down, adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor. I stepped back and took my fill of him. “Christ, Angus. Look at you.”

Even though I had brought up getting spicy, I pivoted. I got his backpack and helped him put on his sweatpants. “Let’s enjoy getting to know each other more before we head into another orgasm, because I like you a lot and want to get to know everything about you.”

“As long as there is potential for there to be more orgasms.”

I pulled him tight against me, kissed him deeply, and rubbed my cock against his. The feeling was intense, but so good. “There will be more orgasms for sure.”

“Glad to hear that.” We kissed some more.

“Did you eat dinner? Since you apparently didn’t work a full shift.”

He cocked his head at me. “A little. But I brought lots of snacks.” We popped some popcorn and made a nest in the corner of my little bed. Angus never put his shirt on, which I was pleased about. Together we ate and binged the current season of Survivor. The two of us snuggled together. We relaxed into each other, simply enjoying each other’s company. We talked about everything and nothing. I found myself savoring this time together, already greedy to have more. When I looked at the clock, it was already midnight. Much later than I normally stayed up, but I didn’t want this evening to end.

Like he read my mind, Angus started to slide off the bed. “It’s late. Ramsey and I should probably head out.”

“Wait.” I grabbed his arm. “I know it’s small and uncomfortable, but will you stay? We don’t have to do anything. But I like having you here.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’d love it. What time do you have to be up in the morning?”

He grinned at me. “Funny thing. Since I was going on about this new guy I met, my boss told me not to come back to work until after my days off, which means I am free until then.”

My heart hammered in my chest, and chills ran over my skin. “That’s great,” I growled out, then tried to swallow most of it, because that might have been too eager. “Then it looks like we’re having a sleepover.”

“That’s good, really good.” He looked genuinely enthusiastic about the whole thing.

I realized I sounded like a tween, but that was okay because he made me feel giddy and happy. I hadn’t felt like this in a very long time, if ever. Angus stepped outside and let the dogs do their business. The little bed we were going to sleep on didn’t have much room, but he didn’t seem to mind when he joined me. With the lights off, we faced each other, and I smiled into the dark. “I’m glad you asked me to stay,” he whispered.

“I’m glad you stayed.” I scooted a little closer and kissed him, then tugged his bottom lip with my teeth. My tongue slipped into his mouth because I wanted to feel his heat against mine. When I felt his hand on my hip, it encouraged me. I mimicked what he did by sliding my hand over his hip, then reached behind him, grabbing a handful of his delicious ass. With a firm grip, I pulled him closer.

He squeaked a little. “Oh, Hi!”

“Hi there.” Our kisses grew more passionate, and we explored each other’s bodies. When he reached into my briefs and ran his finger over my slick slit, lightning struck. My body shuddered from head to toes.

“Fuck. That felt good.” Using his hand, he slid it to the base, then up the taut skin. His fingers rubbed over the frenulum, gathering the fluid I had leaked, then slicked it over my shaft. Tangling our legs together for stability, I took him in hand. It was difficult for me to focus, because the feel of him in my palm as I squeezed his thickness was intoxicating. His cock was heavy, hot, and each time he stroked me, I shuddered.

Our lips and tongues went from being messy to sensual while we touched each other. He liked it when I rubbed the tip and when I used my palm on the glans. I knew this because his own hand would stutter in those moments. Every little thing that he enjoyed was put into memory for the future. I looked forward to when I could use my tongue where he leaked; the flavor of those drops he would offer me caused me to release more sticky fluid. “God, Angus, you are wrecking me.”

“That’s it, gorgeous. I want to see you fall apart.”

I focused on the most delicate part of his cock. His moans got deeper, and his hips rolled. How could one person be so sexy? “Come on, Angus, let me see you slip over the edge,” I whispered. As I said the words, there were sparks going off at the base of my spine, and my own orgasm was right there, but I wanted him to come before me—or with him.