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his feet.
    How could anyone want a creature so hideous? The kind of ugly that sank into the soul and birthed terrible things. The coward. The liar.
    After a few minutes, Roy appeared with plates full of food. I stuck on my smile and melted into my chair. His cheeks reddened, and the bulge behind his towel thickened.
    I loved men with quick recovery. Nothing worse than a limp noodle when you’re wanting seconds, thirds, or whatever.
    He glanced at the window. “Maybe we should put something on.”
    “We’re twenty floors up. And if anyone wants to look, let them. I have nothing to hide, and you most certainly don’t.”
    I picked up the fork on the edge of the plate. “Omelets?”
    “They’re easy, plus I’m pretty good at them.”
    “Wow, a man who’s hung like a horse and can fix breakfast. I’m impressed.”
    Roy fumbled with his silverware.
    “Fuck, you’re actually embarrassed.”
    His smile waned.
    “How the hell can you be embarrassed by having a huge dick? Do you know how many men would kill to have a piece of meat like that between their legs? All of them.” I poked at the air between us with my fork. “I’ve been with a lot of men, few could compare.”
    A bite of omelet dangled from his fork. “Why so many?”
    I tortured my food. “Because I like the feel of a cock in my ass or one in my mouth.” I gave him a sly smile. “Even at the same time.”
    I’d never seen someone concentrate so hard on what they were eating. He cleared half his omelet in just a few bites.
    I pushed the table back and straddled his lap before he could protest.
    “You should be eating.” His gaze said something different.
    “Food is boring.” I licked his lips. Salt, pepper, olive oil, and crisp eggs. My stomach growled.
    He pulled the table back, speared a bite of food and held it up. “Here.”
    I stared.
    “Eat, Paris.”
    Was this a trick?
    “Please.”
    I accepted the gift. The mix of spices and cheese replaced the memory of his cum. “What did you put in this?” I sucked the oil from my bottom lip.
    Roy fed me another bite. “Onions, peppers, mushrooms, cheese.”
    I started to say something. He took advantage of my parted lips and shoved in another bite.
    I talked with my mouth full. “There was all that in the fridge?”
    “Yep.” He cut another piece.
    “It’s not food I’m hungry for.” I ran my hand through his hair.
    “Please eat.”
    I kissed his chin, his cheek, then brushed our lips together. I fed him my sigh and devoured his gasp. I undid his towel before he had a chance to stop me. His cock was a rigid bar of fire in my hand. “I could suck you off.”
    His eyes widened.
    “I think you like that idea.” I ran my thumb over the thick head. “Or maybe you’d rather fuck me on the table.”
    He swallowed so hard his throat clicked.
    “Yeah, I think you like that idea too.” I twisted my grip. Precum smeared on my wrist. “I think your cock really likes that idea.”
    Roy ran his knuckles lightly down my cheek.
    What I wanted was for him to hold me down and fuck me until I couldn’t walk.
    He cupped my face. “You are so beautiful.”
    “Roy,” I stroked him, and he fluttered his eyes. “I’m horny as hell, and I need you to do something about it.” I lined up our cocks. “Here. Your hands are bigger.” I showed him how to hold us together. “That’s it.” I rolled my hips, sliding my dick against his. “Not quite as fun as having you in my ass, but I figured you could use the variety.”
    Roy gripped the back of my head and plundered my mouth with his tongue. Gone the unsure man who hesitated. He moved his fist, adding to the friction. I wondered, if I asked him, if he would bend me over the chair. I wanted him inside me again. I wanted the heat of his body against my back. I pinched his nipples. His hold faltered only to return tighter and more determined.
    “What the hell are you doing?” Julia’s angry voice sent Roy toppling backward off the chair.
    My ass hit