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“True. What did you order for dinner?”

“The weather’s too hot and I didn’t know what you wanted, so I got us salads, a cheeseboard, and a dessert platter,” I mumbled.

“Then what smells so good?” Jack asked. It hit me then, that yeah, the scent of food was lovely, but as I’d ordered salads and desserts, and not hot food, the scent shouldn’t be that strong or so deliciously cheesy. I reluctantly stepped out of Jack’s embrace and we made our way to the dining room. Jack lifted the cloche covers of the four plates on the top tier of the trolley. Along with the salads, garlic bread and cheeseboard was a large bowl of gourmet Mac and cheese.

“Huh, Dad remembered!” I sighed. He’d pre-empted that I’d need comfort after discovering he’d faked his death. I still had a lot to process, and I wasn’t ready to forgive him, but I was kinda touched that my father remembered this little silly fact about me.

Jack pulled a chair out and in a particularly terrible French accent, he said “Monsieur Linden, pliz be seated. I ‘ave a delicioso menu for you, Le fromage de mac, aussi per dessert, fromage et les crackeurs.”

I couldn’t help but laugh and fall a little bit more in-love with Jack Boyd. I caught myself then. Had I actually believed I was falling for Jack? How could that be, when less than two weeks ago I believed I was happily married? Maybe this is lust? Maybe I’d subconsciously been falling a little bit in love with Jack Boyd every day since our first video call? Could I trust my feelings when my life was such a shit storm? I sat, and Jack served me. The food looked and smelled delicious. I took a bite, and yeah, it tasted great too, with the chef using a mixture of four cheeses in the sauce and garnish. I watched Jack as we ate. His smiling eyes kept meeting mine, and each time I felt a dart of electricity. He hummed in appreciation at every mouthful of his meal, even though it was just a Waldorf salad. The rumbling sound aroused me. I couldn’t recall feeling such longing—that I’d die if we didn’t fuck right now. I couldn’t finish my food, and it shows how gone I was, because I ignored the cheeseboard! My mind was focused on something else. I stood abruptly, rounded the table and threaded my hand around Jack’s nape and held him in place while I leaned in and plundered his mouth. Cutlery clattered to the table as he moaned. I pulled away and stared into his lust glazed eyes. Yeah! I knew who I wanted and nothing short of a nuclear war would stop me from having him.

“Your, uh, lip’s bleeding,” Jack said dazedly.

“I don’t care. We’re doing this, now!” I growled decisively.

“You’ll get no argument from me!” Jack pushed his chair back, rose up like a snake readying to attack, and then we collided, groping, grasping, all hot kisses, and busy hands.

I reluctantly pulled back and marvelled at Jack’s moist puffy lips made rosy by my blood. Even the bruises on his face were sexy, giving him an almost rakish look. “Bedroom, now!” I instructed. “I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my name!”

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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Jack

I awoke with my sweaty limbs tangled in Nate’s, and sighed with satisfaction. It was just after six a.m. and I never wanted to move again. The scent of Nate’s warm skin, his natural woodsy musk mingled with our sex was something I wished I could bottle and spray liberally over my body when we were apart. But I stopped that train of thought. I didn’t want to think of how little time we had left together before our lives would part us. A few days of a packed media schedule in Berlin and then we were back in London. There would be a three-week junket in late October, covering Japan, Australia, and New Zealand, but then our work lives would detach. Sure, there was a possibility of future projects where we’d be part of the same cast, but I wanted something with Nate I’d never wanted before. More, more, more of whatever he could give me. I glanced up at Nate’s handsome sleeping, face, the overnight stubble giving him a debauched look, and then I grazed my fingers through his chest hair, eliciting an exhausted sigh of pleasure from my lover. Our sex had been a delicious mix of tender and rough. There were bite marks on Nate’s flesh, a bruise on his left nipple where I’d clamped my lips and sucked while I railed into him. I remember the sounds he made, the desperate moans and whimpers urging me for more suction, and damn, I’m getting hard again just thinking about it. I’m not usually a biter, but Nate pleaded with me to mark him, as if having another man’s marks on his skin deleted Erik. I couldn’t refuse him. Letting my fingers map his treasure trail, they meandered and met the bite I’d left by his hip, and then travelled to his morning wood. I’d fucked Nate into sated oblivion last night, given him the mental white-out he’d needed to rid himself of the incessant blows of yesterday. Today was a brand-new day, a hump day, and I planned to hump a lot! This Wednesday would be spent flip-fucking, eating delicious German pastries, and relaxing. I refused to let anyone ruin what was our last day of peace.

I flicked my tongue against Nate’s cock head. He bucked up involuntarily, seeking more. Of course, Nate had a beautiful cut dick, average in size, but it was a girthy mouthful with a fat head. I moved to kneel between his splayed thighs, and went down to lay on my belly, giving my spine a delicious feline stretch. I wrapped my lips around Nate’s crown and hummed. Suddenly a broad hand was in my hair, grasping the back of my head, holding me in place as Nate thrust his hips up and pushed his cock into my throat. He let out a desperate groan, as if he was dying of pleasure.

“Fuck, Jack! Fuck! You’re such a good time!” he moaned as his hips pistoned and I let him debauch my mouth. I multi-tasked, easing one hand up so I could pinch and roll that tender bruised nipple between my fingers and the other hand cupped and squeezed his heavy balls. Locked in for the ride, it gave me so much satisfaction to be used by Nate, to give him a wake-up he wouldn’t forget for a long time.

“Get up here NOW! I gotta taste you! 69?” Nate gasped. I eased off his dick, and seeing his covetous expression, I chuckled. We were so sexually compatible; it was as if we were made for one another. I sent him a dopey grin, and then swiftly, I tossed a leg over his chest and scooted back so my erection was dangling over his face.

“Goddamn! Your dick’s such a tasty snack. I love your foreskin,” he said taking the head into his mouth and teasing the skin around my crown with his tongue. It amused me how obsessed he was with my foreskin. Last night he’d been enthralled, playing with it for ages, pushing the silken skin back and forth over my engorged cockhead with his lips, fingers, and tongue until I couldn’t take any more and wrestled him to take his arse.

Nate drew off for a moment, ”Promise me we flip-fuck later yeah,” he added, “I wanna do everything while we have time.” I liked giving and receiving, and from our experience with the intimacy coordinator on set we’d learned to talk about what we wanted from each other! I looked between our bodies and saw Nate’s pink tongue poke out, and lick the pre-cum from my tip, and then he eased a finger under the silken sheath of my foreskin and circled my cockhead. “Jesus,” I gasped at the sensation, Nate chuckled. “Ah, babe…this is so goddamn sexy.”

“Feels so good,” I moaned.

“Whoever comes first orders breakfast!” he decided. And then all talking was done, we began sucking, heads bobbing as we both chased our orgasms. Nate’s broad masculine hands cupped my backside, pulling me in to swallow me deep to the back of his throat. He was so good at this and my climax was close. Then Nate pulled a trick to push me over the edge. While sucking, with one hand he cradled my balls and eased his thumb to slide up and down my arse crack. The sensations mingled and I rode his thumb while sucking him until couldn’t last any longer. I groaned around my meaty mouthful as my hips pistoned and I shot down Nate’s throat. He went rigid, and I felt his throat contracting as he swallowed my load, and then his cock started pumping, flooding my mouth with spurt after spurt. It was a lot and I wondered where the hell he’d been storing it! I worked hard to swallow as much as I could! When Nate was done, he slapped my bottom.

“Off you get Cowboy,” he said, and I moved off him, flopping on the crisp sheets like a starfish deposited on a sandy beach. I turned my head to meet his shining eyes. An aftershock of lust shot through me. Dear God, sex with Nate had ruined me for all men. We stared at one another, the look touching me deeper than I usually let myself go. I was in love with Nate Linden. His lips were puffy and smeared with blood as once again he’d opened that damn cut on his lip. He didn’t seem to notice as he gave me a lopsided grin and said,

“Order me the large Continental breakfast platter. Got a feeling I’ll be needing the fuel!” Then he rolled out of the huge bed and strutted toward the bathroom, bare arse on display, my teeth marks a crimson brand on his left butt cheek.

“I’m gonna run a bath. It would be a sin if we didn’t try out this huge copper tub! Wanna join me?” he called.

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CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Jack

Wrapped in a white fluffy robe, I’d just ordered our breakfast via the concierge tablet when there was a knock at the door. I swiped to the screen to see the FBI night agent, an African American woman standing there patiently, holding a white envelope. I opened the door.

“Good morning Mr. Boyd. I’m Agent Rochelle Jones,” she said holding her identity card up for me to check. “I hope you had a pleasant night.”

“We did, thank you.”