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He holds on while the air conditioning hums in the background. Finally, he pulls back and tugs his shorts back up. I do the same.

“This way,” he says, taking my hand. “Bedroom’s in here.”

As he leads me down a hallway lined with abstract art, I admire the confident way he moves, despite the vulnerability he’s just shown. His bedroom turns out to be as impressive as the rest of his home. There is a sitting area by a huge window, offering an incredible view of Lower Manhattan. Shades of gray and blue make it feel cozy despite the enormous bed against one wall.

All this has barely registered when Kai asks, “How do you want me?”

“Naked on the bed,” I say, my voice husky. “On your hands and knees so I can open you up.”

He strips quickly and squeezes his dick. Precum oozes out the slit.

“Do not waste time,” I order, using my boss voice.

As he positions himself on the bed, my stomach flutters with excitement. Has it really been over a year since I have done this with someone? Hopefully, I can last long enough to make him miss me when I leave.

CHAPTER THREE

OSKAR

Kai is on all fours across the bed, his knees trembling with anticipation. His knuckles are white where he grips the sheets, all sexual excitement and controlled tension. The fading sunlight filtering through the drapes catches the sweat already beading on his back.

I take a moment to appreciate him. Jävlar. Kai may not be a Swede, but with his broad shoulders and muscular back, he could be a Viking warrior. His powerful thighs are parted enough to reveal everything I want.

“Do you have condoms and lube?” I ask.

He glances over. “Aren’t you getting naked? I want to see you.”

“Not now.” I keep my voice neutral but stern. “Where are the condoms and lube?”

“Um…” His dick, which had gone down some, hardens again. “Nightstand. Bottom drawer.”

I find the supplies and put them at the foot of the bed.

He turns his head. “What are you gonna do?”

“You will find out.”

“Right.”

“Relax,” I say, climbing onto the bed. “I will take my time with you.”

Kneeling behind him, I run my hands from his shoulders to his hips. When I lean forward and press my lips against his nape, tasting salt and Kai, his full-body tremor proves how much he wants this.

“You smell good,” I say against his skin. “Sweaty but sweet.”

He makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a moan. “Sure it isn’t desperation?”

“A little of that too.” I bite gently into his shoulder, making him arch his back and push against me.

My hands explore, tracing the ridges of his spine, dipping into the space above his hips, and trailing into his crack. When I spread his cheeks, another wave of lust surges through me. His tight pink hole makes my cock throb with anticipation.

How can this big, brawny guy have such a tiny hole? I’m already imagining how tight it will feel when I push inside.

“Please,” he whispers.

“Please what?” I ask, though I know what he wants. “Tell me.”

His cheeks are flushed when he looks around at me. “Your tongue,” he says. “On me.”