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and then releasing it. “Thank you. For what you said about grieving. I will take it into consideration.”

“The only things that should be stiff around me are cocks, not upper lips,” I quipped, and he actually laughed. A deep and happy sound that somehow sounded more like Christmas than all the carols I’d heard tonight. A sound encompassing comfort and joy.

“So much I’m learning from you,” he teased, and then he gave me a smile that I felt carving itself into my heart.

Oh, God.

I swore I wouldn’t be a secret. I swore.

But how was I supposed to resist raunchy sex and that smile? That fantastic cock and these rare little moments when he opened up for me? When he let me see how he truly felt?

He had been right that I’d ruined him.

But unfortunately for me, he had also been wrong.

I was already addicted.

CHAPTER FIVE

James

I was infamous in politics for my unflappable composure, rational manner, and the cool wit I used to harness errant naysayers.

This was James Caldron, the prime minister.

Tobias Talbot-Ullswater, pretty and golden-haired like an angel with the heart of a sinner, had revealed to me a very different beast entirely.

James Caldron, the man.

A man with a voracious appetite and an untapped hedonism that revolved like the earth around the sun of a single boy.

A man who was, undoubtedly now after two weeks of ruckus, salacious sex, gay.

Gay.

Me.

It should have been harder to wrap my head around. I’d never been much for sex, but I’d always believed myself above it somehow. It seemed to be the bane of all intense intellectuals, chained in their minds so the desires of the gut and the heart went long unused and atrophied.

Obviously, this was untrue.

In fact, I felt feverish with my need for Tally, overcome by the wickedness of my thoughts as they seized my mind at all hours of the day.

He was a hazard to my profession.

But he was a balm for my lonely soul.

I couldn’t get enough.

Which explained why I was taking such a horrific risk at that very moment with Tally folded in half over the grand expanse of my antique desk, his glorious bottom raised and parted by his own hands to reveal the pinkish apex of my entire universe.

I licked my lips, saliva pooling on my tongue as I took in the depraved sight of him like that. But it wasn’t enough.

The more I had of him, the more I wanted. His submission was a drug I’d never find my way back from. I kicked his feet open wider and casually circled his asshole with my lubricated thumb.

His pale legs trembled deliciously.

“So eager for my cock, boy,” I said in the new voice I’d developed in these moments, as coarse as gravel and so deep it rumbled. “I might just have to keep you here, ankles cuffed to the desk, so I can use you whenever I want throughout the day.”

Tally groaned and jerked slightly against the desk in a futile attempt to create friction against his cock.

It was pointless because I wouldn’t let him come without consent, but also because I’d used the ridiculous purple bow tie he had been wearing when he came in to tie around his balls in a pretty bow.

“I require more than just your cock to live, James,” he sassed, as he always did, topping from the bottom like the brat he was. “I need food, wine, and conversation, too. The occasional cuddle wouldn’t be unappreciated either.”

“Really?” I practically purred, fisting the base of my condom-covered cock that glistened with lube in the light from the same Edwardian fixtures the likes of Churchill and Atlee had sat under.

Far from disconcerting me, it stoked the flames of lust, warming my gut even higher.

I rubbed the tip of my prick up and down Tally’s clenching hole, teasing us both. Only when he loosed a frustrated groan and wiggled his lean hips did I clamp a hand on his waist and drive myself deep into his channel.

Our groans twined together in the otherwise silent room, a symphonic coupling that made something in my chest crack.

It was a sensation I was all too familiar with now that I was spending most of my spare time with or inside Tally.

He was decimating the arctic tundra beneath my skin, an archaeologist courageously uncovering what lay beneath the crust of my body. So brave, my boy, and so reckless.

I curled over his prone body as I began to cant my hips, tunneling in and out of his