Page 17 of Parting Shot

“You’re changing the sub⁠—”

“What’s with you and the slumming?”

“In what way am I slumming?” he wanted to know, moving closer, his gaze hot as he took me in.

I crossed my arms and legs as I surveyed him, and he slid a hand up my left bicep, his fingers tracing the muscle and veins under my pale skin.

“How come you don’t have a rich boyfriend?”

He slipped his hand to my shoulder and left it there as the knuckles of his other hand smoothed over my abdomen, up and down. The motion was lulling and erotic at the same time.

“That would make sense, wouldn’t it?”

“To me, it would.”

“I’m sure to most people, it would,” he said, crowding me, putting both hands on my face as he leaned toward me. “Have someone to just call and meet in Paris at a moment’s notice.”

I murmured some form of yes before his lips sealed over mine.

Even compared to what I’d felt with Nate, my ex—who I’d thought I loved almost desperately—it was more with Aaron Sutter. I didn’t have that overwhelming feeling that he had one foot out the door. I didn’t feel like the man in front of me would one day just be gone, which was weird since, by rights, he wasn’t even mine.

His tongue pressed for entrance, sliding over the seam of my lips, and I opened for him as he fell forward into me.

I was lost in the feel of him—the heat from his body, his groin grinding against mine through the towel, his hands on my hips, working it open.

My shiver was uncontrollable, and he pulled back, breaking the kiss in response. “I’m not slumming,” he panted as he stared into my eyes.

The next moment, he succeeded in opening my towel before he dropped to his knees. My cock strained toward him, and when he touched his tongue there to taste the slit, a deep, guttural moan came up out of me.

“Most people—” He paused to take hold of me and licked a long, wet line from balls to crown, flattening his tongue as he did it before pulling back to continue. “—bore me to tears. I have a hard time caring, even being interested, because I’ve seen so much, been indulged my whole life, and now I can have whatever I want.”

My breath got short as he leaned back in and sucked the crown inside his hot mouth. Watching him go at it—lips clamped around my cock, head bobbing with the motion, the suction and the swirl thing he did—I had to stop him after only minutes so I wouldn’t come.

His smile was wicked as he lifted his eyes to me. “You don’t bore me.”

“That’s good,” I said, my voice strained as I leaned back against the free-standing sink, no cabinets underneath, just the counter it was on.

“It is good,” he agreed and then deep-throated me in a smooth motion, the man’s gag reflex nonexistent.

The way his throat opened around me, his hands clenching my ass, made it impossible for me not to drive deeper. When I hit the back, he sucked, swallowed, and I carded my fingers through his hair and grabbed hold.

I pushed him off me and then yanked him back, fucking his mouth, making him take all of me over and over as his fingers massaged my ass, spreading my cheeks. It felt so good, and I realized I wanted him inside me more than I wanted to dump into his mouth. Shoving him off, I saw the longing on his face for a second before I hauled him to his feet.

“Duncan—”

“No,” I cut him off, turning to face the sink, hands splayed on the cold marble, bracing my legs apart and letting my head fall forward.

His hands were instantly on my hips, and I felt his mouth between my shoulder blades.

“I never bottomed before that night with you,” he said, kissing down my spine. “And it was so good riding you. I was … I’ve never come like that.” He pressed more kisses to the small of my back, and then his tongue touched the top of my crease.

Instinctively, I pushed back, and he was on his knees again, hands parting my cheeks as his tongue slid over my puckered hole. He laved my entrance, spearing the tip inside me just for a moment before speaking again.

“But, Duncan,” he said gruffly, “I can’t get the idea of fucking you out of my head.”

I shivered. “Where’re your lube and condoms?”

“There. Right drawer.”