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Rory let himself melt against Quinn. He straddled the weight bench as he tried to get closer to the other man. There was nothing more that he wanted than to possess everything that was Quinn Maxwell. It was something he’d dreamed about for so many years, and now that he’d gotten what he wanted, he could never get enough.
Rory would never get enough of Quinn, and he knew that he never wanted to get enough. Quinn was like a fine wine; you had to savor it, but it was also tempting to drink the whole glass at one time and feel the way it intoxicated you.
Pushing Quinn back on the weight bench, Rory straddled the man he loved and could feel his growing erection rubbing against his inner thigh. The feeling almost made Rory moan out loud, but he bit his bottom lip and pressed harder against the strong body of his love.
“You make me so hot,” Quinn said breathlessly, his fingers roaming all over Rory’s shirt, trying to unbutton the buttons.
Rory smiled wickedly as he thought back to all the shirts Quinn had ruined in the first couple of weeks they were married. It was a good thing they both had a small fortune they could use for replacements, because Quinn was not a patient man when it came to buttons.
“Don’t tear this one.” Rory laughed as he reached up and started to unbutton the shirt. “It’s my favorite, and it makes me look pretty great.”
“You can say that again.”
Quinn was always so expressive and unbridled during their lovemaking. For someone who hid who he was for so long, Rory really appreciated the way his lover was free when they were together. There was a freedom between them Rory hoped they never lost. It made him feel safe and settled when they were together. Having no secrets made their lives a little easier.
Rory finished unbuttoning his shirt and tossed it aside. Placing his hands on the weight bar, Rory slid his bare chest against Quinn’s rippling muscles. He was hot to the touch and just sweaty enough. Rory liked him just this way.
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