Chapter 94

By the time the bout was over, I was sweating and panting and more than pleased to call it a draw. The only thing that kept me from breaking my épée over my knee for such a gross misjudgment of his skill—aside from the knowledge that such an act could very well result in the breaking of my knee—was the fact that Mark was breathing heavily also.

I should have realized how good he was after the time we’d gone out to dinner and I’d challenged him to a duel with our breadsticks. He’d beaten me then, but I’d assumed it was a fluke, especially since the move he’d used to “disarm” me was illegal.

He had been selected for the Olympic fencing team, and I was the youngest member of the equestrian team that would have ridden the Three Day Event.

A smile curled my lips, and I continued stroking my cock just enough to keep it hard.

We didn’t meet that year. But if things had been different….

While I waited for him to come home, I thought of how it might have been.

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