Exhibited: A Gentle Love Story (Museology Book 3) by Nellie Wilson

Author:Nellie Wilson [Wilson, Nellie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-05-27T18:30:00+00:00

Davis

Davis was pushed into the door that he had walked through a few times before, the sturdy wood pressing against his back. There was something that Davis always enjoyed about the pressure of someone on him, no matter the gender, but Jeremy’s height was really working for him right now. The way that Jeremy’s knee was tracing up the inside of Davis’s thigh and how Davis’s mouth was being simply ravaged, and Jeremy’s hands? well…

Jeremy’s hands were in Davis’s hair, tugging, pulling it out of the slicked back style for the costume and sending it into disarray. Davis, as soon as he regained the use of his mouth and his wits, was going to beg Jeremy to wrap those delicate fingers around his throat. Lovingly, of course. But Jeremy was mumbling against his lips, something that sounded close to fucking hell, and found his keys and opened the door, moving near Davis’s right hip.

As Davis tried to regain his balance, grateful for his low center of gravity, he took a giant step backward. He took a moment to look at Jeremy, really look at him, his curls tumbling a thousand different directions and his already lush lips even more full and kiss bitten. He was already hard, but seeing Jeremy, who was always so put together and effortless, look so casually debauched, made Davis a thousand times harder.

What was worse, though, was the ache in Davis’s chest when he looked at Jeremy and saw him looking back. He had noticed, of course, the way that Jeremy sometimes looked, his long eyelashes fluttering a bit as his eyes danced over the breadth of Davis’s chest. But those were always stealthy glances. This was the full force of Jeremy Rinci’s gaze, and it made Davis feel a buzz in his bloodstream he hadn’t felt in years.

“I’ve imagined you here,” Jeremy said, eyes bouncing from Davis’s arms to his crotch.

“I’ve been here before,” Davis replied, slipping off his shoes. The dress shoes that he had to dig out of a closet, laughing to himself about the deep metaphor there.

“You’ve not been here like this,” Jeremy said, unbuttoning his own shirt, revealing a pale chest, a thin gold chain. He crossed the room and took Davis’s chin in one hand, while the other slipped below his waist.

“That’s true,” Davis laughed against his lips. “I like being here like this.”

“You’re good with…more?” Jeremy asked.

“God yes,” Davis panted.

“How do you like it?” Jeremy said, gritting his teeth. Davis licked his lips, watched Jeremy’s blue eyes trace every movement. He had anticipated soft from Jeremy, when he had allowed his mind to wander in the cramped shower of his mountain cabin. Soft, delicate kisses, with Davis assuming the role that so many people expected of someone who was built like he was. But Jeremy was gripping his side under his shirt just this side of gentle, each fingertip a brand against Davis’s skin, and Davis got the sense that, though nothing about them would suggest it, the

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