Chapter 44

Don let those strokes grow rougher again, firmer, speeding up; Raine whimpered and whined and begged, not aloud but with his whole body. Don murmured into that ear, “Yes, you can come, now—like this, in your fancy suit, with my hands on you, I love you.”

Raine came shaking and soundless and surrendered in Don’s grip, going tense and then collapsing back against offered strength; his release spilled out into his suit, under Don’s hand.

Don held him, ignoring how badly his own body ached for reprieve—he’d very nearly already come, also dressed, at the sight and sound and feel of Raine lost to ecstasy in his arms—and kissed him, supported him, smoothed rumpled waves of hair back from closed eyes. Raine murmured his name, languid and drowsy in radiance.

After a few seconds those eyes opened more. Raine said, dazedly, “Was that part of your plan?”