Chapter 11

Krish wants to make some self-depreciating comment, downplay his whole involvement with the thing—Dane made the call, he didn’t. He just said he believed in him, that’s all. But when he opens his mouth to speak, Dane’s fingers slip between his lips, press against his tongue, and he can’t remember the words he wanted to say. As Dane moves lower, trailing down Krish’s stomach to the thick erection standing up from his jeans, he doesn’t remember much of anything. And when Dane takes Krish into his hot mouth, his tongue and lips and cheeks impossibly, amazingly soft, the only word Krish knows is his lover’s name—he gasps it with each thrust until he comes in a rush that leaves him trembling and satiated in Dane’s arms.

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