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“Holy fuck…” I groan, shocked by how cold it feels, and Cillian bursts out laughing.

Dear God… there is paint going down my pants.

“How many years is it going to take to scrub this shit off?” I ask, but Cillian just laughs, reaching up to cup my nape and pull my face down to his.

“It’s water-based, Mr. Bodyguard.”

He drags a hand through the puddle of blue paint over his chest, scoops it up, and smears it right across my collarbone.

“Now we match,” he grins, and I lean down and kiss him.

We make out while turning into fucking Smurfs, and the deeper the kiss gets, the more I’m dying to be inside him.

It’s as if my body is begging me to let Cillian in.

To mark him, to establish a connection that will keep him with me… but I know I cannot cross that line.

The betrayal to my family would be too intense.

Nope… not the time to have depressing thoughts.

Get a hold of yourself, Knox.

I grab Cillian around his waist, lift him off the floor, and carry him into the cabin as he licks my neck.

“Bed?” he asks between kisses.

“Shower.”

I walk into the bathroom, turn the water on, and step under the spray. As the water hits us, we strip off our clothes and kiss under the stream.

I grab the soap and rub my hands all over his body, half cleaning him up, half feeling him up.

“Knox, please,” he begs, leaning his head back against the tile. “I need you inside me. Please.”

And I want him too…

But I can’t.

Instead, I slide my hand down the curve of his ass, press my finger against him, and push inside.

Fuck, he is so warm and tight that it almost breaks my resolve right then and there.

We kiss and moan into the steam as I work one finger inside him.

Then two fingers… then three.

At the same time, I reach down with my other hand, grip both of our cocks together, and stroke us, matching the rhythm of my fingers.

“Ah! Knox!” Cillian cries out, arching his back under the spray.

“Yes, Prince,” I murmur against his lips, my hands keeping up the pace. “Cum, baby.”

And within seconds, his lips part, his gray-blue eyes close, and Cillian comes, his whole body trembling against mine.

My God, he looks stunning.

As he comes down from the high, he realizes I’m still hard, but just as I’m about to tell him I only need a few tugs to finish, he drops to his knees on the shower floor.