Chapter 7

“Thank you,” Jess whispered, “for not making me wait as long as you threatened.”

Gideon chuckled. “I did make you wait. I just couldn’t wait any longer myself.”

Jess kissed his jaw and then his neck, hoping Gideon didn’t intend to make him get up any time soon. “That’s because, fortunately for me, you’re greedy.”

He gasped when he felt Gideon’s cock twitch inside him.

“And still hard,” Gideon said. He dropped a hand to begin massaging Jesse’s ass. “You better be ready for round two.”

Jesse lifted his head and studied Gideon’s face in the club’s erratic light. He knew at a glance he only had one option—nod. The hunger in Gideon’s eyes was enough to make his stomach drop and his cock stir, but the slow glide of his cock against Jess’s sensitive flesh as he slid out heated his blood. When he pushed forward, Jesse’s breath caught in his chest, and then the colors swirled around him, and once again, Gideon was all he felt, all he saw.3