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It took more restraint than Bo could’ve imagined to hold still. He yearned to keep moving against Adam, to keep building that delectable coil of tension at his core. His cock pulsed and begged for attention. His skin tingled with the repressed electricity of each firing nerve that cried for more.

  But he did as Adam asked. He paused, and he waited. He gave his body time to cool down. To absorb the miraculous feel of skin-on-skin contact he’d craved for two endless months. To enjoy Adam’s pinched face and heavy breathing as he battled his own self-control.

  After a while, the incessant need to seek relief from his impending orgasm ebbed, replaced instead by an urge to simply find closeness. Adam’s countenance had relaxed a touch, so Bo risked movement again. Slowly, carefully, he threaded his arms around Adam’s ribs and rested against his chest. He nuzzled into his neck and hummed in contentment when Adam drew his arms around Bo and held him close.

  “A bath was a damn fine idea.” Adam’s words rumbled through his chest and vibrated against Bo’s. “But I’m not sure I’ll be able to repeat this level of perfection. You might’ve ruined all future baths for me.”

  Bo grinned. “It’s repeatable. You just have to have the right company.”

  Adam rested his cheek against Bo’s temple and sighed. “I guess that means you’re stuck on bath duty for the foreseeable future.”

  And didn’t that sound like its own brand of perfection? Bo’s grin widened, but before he could say anything in response, Adam stiffened.

  “Shit. Bo, I didn’t mean it like that. This isn’t part of your job. You have absolutely no obligation to—”

  Bo shook his head as he pushed to a sitting position. “Don’t even go there. Trust me, I’m fully aware that this”—he gestured between them—“has nothing to do with my job. You aren’t my boss right now. I don’t feel any obligation, nor do I feel any pressure to obey or fear you’ll hold anything I do—or don’t do—against me. At least, not in a professional sense.”

  “Not in any sense.” Adam’s lips pressed flat and his brows pinched into a V. “There isn’t any pressure here. For any reason.”

  Adam’s concern was unnecessary, but in its own way, also comforting. Not that Bo had doubted Adam’s intentions, but it was bolstering to have them confirmed. Truth be told, Bo was Adam’s employee. It was important to clarify where they both stood. To be sure they were on the same page. Because, if Bo thought this moment was off-the-job but Adam didn’t? Or vice versa?

  Yeah. That’d be an issue.

  “I’m off the clock, Mr. Littrell.” Bo winked when Adam cocked a brow. “And yes, no pressure. On either side. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do either.”

  Adam tipped back his head and howled with laughter. “No worries there, babe. I’ve wanted to debauch our relationship from the get-go. Just had to wait for you to want the same.”

  Bo squirmed with delight at the pet name. “Yeah, well, I had to get my head out of my butt first. It’s a tight fit up there. Took me a while to pry myself loose.”

  A growl rolled up Adam’s throat and his firm grip returned to Bo’s hips. “You really gotta be careful what you say. I was starting to collect myself.”

  It took Bo a minute to grasp what Adam meant. When the double entendre weaseled its way into his brain, he barked out a laugh. He rocked his hips and smirked. “Hey, I’m not the one who voted for a cool-off period. Me and my tight butt are ready and raring to go when you are.”

  “Fuckin’ hell.” Adam gripped Bo’s waist and lifted them both out of the water in one swift, seamless move. Water sloshed onto the bathroom floor, and Bo’s stomach did a flip as he scrambled to cling to Adam’s slippery body.

  A slew of colorful curses fell past Adam’s lips as he stepped out of the tub and marched into the attached master suite. He dumped Bo onto the bed, still dripping wet and covered in bath bomb remnants, and pointed a finger at his chest. “Don’t move.”

  Grinning, Bo pushed to an elbow so he could enjoy the ridiculous view of Adam’s perfect backside as he stalked into the bathroom. A moment later, Adam returned semidry and holding a fresh, fluffy towel. “I’m gonna dry you off so you don’t freeze to death. Then I’m gonna explore every inch of your body until you and your tight little ass are begging for release.” He took a step forward and quirked a brow. “Any questions before we get started?”

  “Nope. Not a one.” Bo eased off his elbow so he was flat on his back, spreading his arms and legs like a starfish. “I’m all yours, baby.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  ADAM took his time drying Bo’s glistening, gorgeous body. He’d planned to do so quickly, out of fear he might get cold in the air-conditioning, but the heated glow of Bo’s skin told a different story. So Adam lingered over the task. He used the towel some, but mostly he lapped up the water with his tongue. Tasting and teasing. Relishing Bo’s mewling whimpers and incessant writhing.

  When he reached Bo’s flushed cock, he dawdled even further. Licking and kissing and touching everywhere but those places Bo needed it most. By the time he traced his tongue up the seam of Bo’s balls for the first time, he was a squirming puddle of incoherent mumbles and clenched fists.

  “Holy crap.” Bo arched his back and clawed at the bedspread when Adam continued down the path he’d started. He trailed his tongue up the underside of Bo’s dick, then swallowed him whole. Bo jerked and let out a high-pitched whine. “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.”

  Sucking guys off had never been Adam’s cup of tea. It’d also never been anything he’d felt obligated to do. Considering the sum total of his sexual experiences revolved around one-night stands and short affairs with groupies and fans, his responsibilities had been minimal. Most of his partners had simply gotten off on getting the Beast into bed. He hadn’t had to do much beyond be present and they were happy as clams.

  But it was different with Bo. Adam didn’t want to lie back and be a passive participant. He craved him in more ways than a quick fuck could ever satiate. He needed to taste and feel and surround himself in everything that was Bo. Including his delicious cock.

  Adam hummed around Bo’s dick with a satisfaction he’d never known before. Had he been missing out by not giving head all this time? Or was it this intoxicating and fulfilling only because it was Bo?

  When Bo’s heavy panting and sensual hip-rolls paired with a low, steady mewling, Adam got his answer. Without a doubt, it was Bo’s reactions and the knowledge he drew them from him that made Adam hanker for more. Not that the act itself repulsed him. Anything but, in fact. Bo’s dick was the perfect mouthful and his unique flavor the epitome of mouthwatering delight.

  Perhaps what they said was true. When you found someone who was your perfect match, everything about them would be too.

  “Ya gotta stop.” Bo pressed to an elbow and shoved at Adam’s shoulder. “Gonna come. Don’t wanna. Not yet.”

  Adam popped his mouth free and smirked when Bo fell back to the bed with a charmingly miserable groan. “I must be doing something wrong. I thought you’d be pleading to come, not begging not to.”

  Bo lolled his head back and forth. “Nope, nothing wrong. Everything right. Just don’t wanna. Not unless you’re inside me.” He twisted his hips, desperately seeking friction and finding nothing but air. He whimpered and bent his head to meet Adam’s gaze. “Please. I need you. Gonna die if I don’t have you.”

  Adam’s body tightened as Bo’s words washed through him. His cock throbbed against the mattress, imploring him to heed Bo’s request without delay. He slipped up Bo’s body until their dicks grazed and a shared moan filled the space between them. “There’s the begging I was hoping for.”

  Lacing his hands behind Adam’s neck, Bo pulled him down for a kiss. It was hungry and demanding, yet somehow soft and sweet all at once. “I’ll beg all day if you want me to, but it might turn ugly if I don’t eventually get what I want.”

  “Oh, no worries there.” Adam stretched toward his nightstand drawer and extracted the lube
and fresh box of condoms he’d purchased in hopes this day would come. “I won’t last much longer. If you hadn’t started begging when you did, I would have.”

  Adam stole another deep, decadent kiss before sitting back on his haunches between Bo’s splayed legs. Under Bo’s watchful, greedy gaze, he rolled the condom on and squirted lube into the palm of his hand. He smeared half of it over the latex.

  Without being asked, Bo spread his legs farther, positioning a hand behind each knee to keep them bent. It placed his ass and dick on perfect display. “Lube me up, but don’t waste time with a bunch of prep. Trust me, I’m ready. More than. I want to feel you, now and later.”

  An animalistic snarl cut through the air. Adam bit his lip to halt the obscenities threatening to follow in its wake. He coated two fingers in lube and rubbed them over Bo’s opening, his jaw clenching in response to Bo’s throaty moan.

  Adam slipped one finger past the tight ring of muscle, and Bo’s hands dropped from his knees to fist in the sheets. When he worked in a second, Bo’s cock jumped on his belly and he ground against Adam’s hand, forcing the intrusion deeper.

  “’M’kay, yep. Ready.” Bo lifted his head and very deliberately licked his lips. “Let’s do this thing.”

  Taking a steadying breath, Adam removed his fingers, wiped them on the discarded towel, then positioned himself over Bo. He pressed his dick against Bo’s lubed ass and edged forward until the tip slid inside. He paused, giving Bo a chance to acclimate, then wrapped his arms behind Bo’s shoulders so he could whisper into his ear. “Okay?”

  “Totally.” Bo hummed and swiveled his hips. “Go ’head. Give it to me, baby. All of it.”

  Never one to turn down a direct order—especially not from Bo and especially not when he called him baby—Adam eased the rest of the way in. This time, the brief pause was for his own benefit. The delectable pressure and heat nearly undid what little control he had left.

  As soon as Adam moved again, Bo scrabbled at his back, murmuring incomprehensible words in a whiny, pleading voice. He wrapped his slender legs around Adam’s waist and pulled him in closer. Burying him deeper. Driving him harder and faster.

  The threat of orgasm coiled tight and achy at Adam’s core. Fearful he’d blow and leave Bo behind, he worked a hand between their bellies and took Bo’s weeping cock in his fist. Bo arched his spine and scratched at Adam’s back with frantic hands as he drove them both to the edge.

  Bo cried out as a flood of molten heat spilled between them. Adam crushed his mouth over Bo’s, drinking his whimpers and mewls as his own release tore through him.

  Several minutes—or it could’ve been hours—later, something poked Adam in the ribs. He grunted but didn’t move. His breathing was nearing normal again, but his head was still in the clouds. High as fuck with no hope of falling anytime soon.

  “Crap on a cracker, Adam.” Bo’s voice was hoarse and distant. That irritating little poke returned to Adam’s side, this time with more force. “You must weigh a thousand pounds after sex. There’s gonna be a Bo-sized pit in your bed if you don’t get offa me.”

  “Shit.” Adam struggled to his hands so he could support his own weight, his arms shakier than after one of his most grueling upper body workouts. “Sorry. You okay?”

  Bo wriggled his shoulders and grinned. “Frickin’ perfect, thanks. Especially now that I can breathe.”

  “Sorry.” Adam repeated the apology, his cheeks flooding with heat. He snatched the towel and wiped the evidence of Bo’s release off them both, then tossed it onto the floor. Bo grinned like a loon the whole time, his legs still anchored around Adam’s hips.

  “I’m gonna hit up the bathroom to get rid of the condom. Do you need anything? Some water, maybe?”

  Bo shook his head, his lips shifting into a smirk. “Just you. Hurry back, ’kay?”

  Chuckling, Adam pried Bo’s legs free and hopped off the bed. He padded into the bathroom, cleaned up, then returned to Bo with a warm washcloth in hand. He pointed to Bo’s ass, which hadn’t moved an inch since he’d left. “Want a wipe-down?”

  Stretching his arms over his head, Bo’s jaw cracked on a yawn. He nodded and dropped his legs open. Adam climbed onto the bed, kissing the inside of Bo’s knee before cleaning him up. He discarded the washcloth on the floor and gave the covers a yank to free them from the side of the bed Bo wasn’t sprawled across.

  He scooped Bo’s limp form into his arms, knee-walked a few feet, and slid them both beneath the cool sheets. Bo shifted, but only enough so his body pressed flush to Adam’s, their legs tangled and his head resting on Adam’s shoulder.

  “Can we do that again?” Bo’s words were slurred with lethargy, but he tightened his grip around Adam’s middle for emphasis. “Like, every day?”

  Adam brushed a kiss along Bo’s hairline and traced his fingers in soft, concentric circles over his shoulder. “I’m yours for the taking whenever you want me.”

  “Mmm, good.” Bo purred under Adam’s touch. “Although, you might regret that open-ended offer when I come in here and wake you up three times a night.”

  Adam choked back a laugh. Was that supposed to be a threat? He’d slept poorly for months thanks to the man he now held in his arms, struggling to fall asleep and waking frequently from erotic dreams that paled in comparison to the experience they’d shared. “Yeah, that’s not happening, babe.”

  Bo lifted his head and blinked at Adam with heavy lids. “Say what now?”

  “You’re not going to come into my room in the middle of the night. You might come in here, but you aren’t coming in. If you catch my drift.” Adam pressed his lips together to halt his looming grin. When Bo continued to stare at him with exaggerated blinks, Adam huffed out a laugh. “You can wake me up as many times as you want, but if I have any say in the matter, you’ll already be naked and in my bed. No need to do anything more than push that sexy body against mine and I’ll be ready to go.”

  “You want me to stay in your bed? Overnight?” Bo tilted his head and frowned. “You don’t do that.”

  Adam pressed his thumb between Bo’s brows to smooth the little V that had formed. Bo had a point. Adam didn’t do the overnight thing. Nor did he have sex at home. Bo was the first man he’d ever been with in his own bed. The first man he’d ever wanted in his bed. And now? He didn’t want him to leave it. Ever. “You’re right. I didn’t do that. But I do now. Or at least I want to. With you.”

  Bo’s eyes danced with delight as he nibbled on his upper lip. The corners of his mouth tugged into a smile. “Yeah?”

  “Oh yeah.” Adam cupped the back of Bo’s neck, guiding him down for a kiss.

  “Well, then, good.” Bo scrunched his nose before resting his head on Adam’s shoulder and snuggling back into his arms. “I wasn’t looking forward to making that trek down the hall in my birthday suit. It’s a bit nippy in here when you’re nekkid.”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you warm.” Adam rolled on his side and tucked Bo close. “Probably too warm, ’cause I don’t plan to let you go.”

  And he meant that. For better or worse. Hopefully Bo didn’t need personal space to sleep, because Adam wasn’t giving him any.

  Bo peppered kisses over Adam’s collarbone and sighed. “That won’t be a problem. I’ve spent two months wishing for this. It’s exactly what I want.”

  “You too, eh?” Adam chuckled. “Good. We can be clingy, codependent assholes together.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  LULU’S self-assigned ringtone—an obnoxious children’s song that drove Bo up a wall—echoed through his half-comatose brain. He groaned and burrowed deeper into Adam’s warmth. His sister would call back if it was important. Or leave a message. He didn’t want to move.

  It had been a week since he and Adam first slept together, but they’d done it countless times since. Before bed. In the middle of the night. Before Adam went to the gym. After he got home. It didn’t matter what time of day it was, they couldn’t get enough of each other.
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br />   He still couldn’t believe it was happening. Every time he woke up naked beside Adam, he’d have to pinch himself to be sure he wasn’t dreaming. And it wasn’t only the sex either. Everything about their relationship had changed. Even when Bo was technically “on the clock,” he and Adam ignored that fact. There were no more boss and employee moments. Everything was just them. Together. Being happy.

  Barney the purple dinosaur’s overly cheerful singsong voice cut through the silence again, warbling joyfully about how he loves you, you love him, and everyone’s a great big happy family.

  Alarm sliced through Bo’s groggy mind. He sat bolt upright, panic sending his pulse rate spiking as he fought to free himself from Adam and the blankets. He scrambled across the bed and snatched his phone off the nightstand, then slid the green answer button across the screen and dragged the phone to his ear. “Lu? You okay?”

  “There you are.” Lulu’s irritated voice assaulted Bo’s ear. He could hear the pout in it. “Why didn’t you answer when I called the first time? What if I’d been dying?”

  Bo rubbed a hand over his tired eyes. “I was asleep, Tallulah.”

  “Oh, bustin’ out the real name. What’d I do this time? Breathe wrong?”

  Sighing, Bo glanced at Adam, who hadn’t budged an inch in his slumber, and scooted back to lean against the headboard. He tugged the covers over his bare lap and willed patience into his sleepy brain. He noted the time before responding. “It’s barely six in the morning. What led you to think I’d be awake?”

  Lulu huffed in exasperation. “You used to get up by four every day, so sue me for not realizing your schedule changed. Jeez, what am I, a mentalist? Supposed to read your mind or some shit?”

  “Language, Lulu. What the heck, girl?” Bo held the phone away from his ear briefly to verify it really was his baby sister on the other end. He didn’t kid himself that Lulu never cursed, but she was always careful not to do so in his presence. She’d always been a bit of a smart aleck, but considering it was only 6:00 a.m., she was being something extra special this morning. “Is something wrong? You don’t sound quite like yourself.”