“Good boy,” he whispered against Jesse’s ear. “Now sit on the table and spread those thighs.”Jesse’s face burned, and a shiver slipped through him. “If you think I’m going to spread my thighs for you, then you’re insane,” he managed to say despite how fast his chest rose and fell.Donato’s hand moved to Jesse’s face, cupping his jaw and guiding him until their eyes met.“You wanted me to claim you. Remember?” he murmured.Jesse stared at him, his pulse racing as he recalled his own words.“Yes, but not here.”“Why not here?” Donato’s voice dropped to a low murmur. “You’re mine in every room of this house, Jesse. A few onlookers change nothing.”Jesse swallowed hard. “You’re completely insane.”“I have never been sane,” Donato replied. “Now stop arguing with me.”Donato held him tighter, lifted his chin, and leaned in, closing the distance between their lips.Their mouths met, warm and slow. A quiet rush of emotion went through Jesse, making him suddenly aware of every touch on his ski
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