Chapter One

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Eden’s eyes smoldered hungrily. 

“I don’t care about that. Just do it.” Micah gripped Eden’s hips, his fingers digging into the firm mounds of muscular flesh. But Eden shook his head, rising from between Micah’s legs and lifting himself off the bed entirely. He began to reach for his hastily discarded clothing. 

Panic gripped Micah. Panic that he had ruined the moment. Panic that Eden might turn away. In horror, he realized, it was not panic due to loss of income. He didn’t want to lose this moment with this enigma of a man. 

“Eden, wait—”

Eden reached into the pocket of his pants, retrieving a small glass vial of clear-colored liquid. Oil. He glanced up at Micah and smiled coyly. “Wishful thinking, I suppose…” His cheeks had gone red in boyish embarrassment, but to Micah, he looked absolutely delicious, standing naked and gloriously erect. 

Heat rushed back through Micah’s body as he sat up to stretch greedy fingers toward Eden. “Come here,” he purred.

Eden took his time navigating back to the bed, his eyes wandering Micah’s form like a delicate caress. Lust. Joy. Desire. Awe. It was the first time anyone had looked at him like that, feeling those emotions. It was intoxicating and arousing, and Micah needed. He needed to be close to this man. This time when Eden settled on the bed, he did not move to slide in between Micah’s legs. Instead, he sat back and began coating a finger with the clear liquid from the unstopped bottle. 

When Micah felt the tip of Eden’s finger breach him, he bucked in ecstasy, biting his lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. “Fuck,” he moaned, his fingers digging into the shabby sheets beneath him. 

“Is this okay?” Eden whispered, drawing nearer to nip at Micah’s neck. Anxiety. Desire. 

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