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Little moments like that with him arerealeuphoria.

The only kind I’m interested in, now.

I pull out a small, smooth toy I had stashed in one of my suit pockets. It’s a plug only about a couple of inches long, but it’s perfect for right now. I bring it up, spit on it, and slick it around the top.

“Niko,” he breathes, and his eyes widen even in the low light.

“Going to keep you hard all night. And I want you to clench your ass around this every time, knowing you’re getting worked open for me.”

“Niko,” he repeats again, going a little breathless as I put my hand with the toy past his waistband.

I spread his cheeks a little and line the end of the toy up with his hole, then slowly,agonizinglyslowly, I push it in.

The way he moans for me is almost unbearable.

I want to fuck him right now.

Here.

I need to bury myself in his tight ass more than I’ve needed anything all night.

But patience makes it all even better.

I push it in all the way until the flared base tucks in snug against his hole. I give it another little push for good measure, and I kiss his mouth again, biting his lower lip.

“You’ll enjoy how that feels as we dance.”

“You’re diabolical. And I love you so fucking much,” he utters.

“You are everything to me, Ollie. Now get out there and dance with me while youknowyou’re mine the whole night.”

For the rest of the night we have our little shared secret.

But the most important thing now is that our other secrets are gone.

He knows me.

I know him.

And there’s still so much we get to learn about each other. All the cheesy stuff I thought I hated before, like his favorite songs and colors and pizza topping preferences.

There was nothing Ollie ever could have told me that would have been too much. I loved that he was a virgin, and he loved that I was broken.

And there’s nothing secret about our relationship anymore.

Because nothing in my life has ever been more real than this.

Epilogue

OLIVER, TWO MONTHS LATER

I look over at Niko in the driver’s side seat. “Would you still fuck me if I was a warm apple pie?”

“What is this, a teen comedy? Sure, baby. I’d fuck you if you were a pie.”

“Would you fuck me if I needed to be fucked twelve times a day?”

“Your ass would be aching if I gave you my cock that much, but yes, I’d try my absolute best.”