I grab his hand and pull it down to my erection. “I like it,” I say hoarsely. “Just thinking of you in those knickers did that to me.” He fists my cock, sliding his hand up and down, and I arch into his hand. “Yes, like that,” I mutter.

He looks down at the movement of his hand. “Harry said it was weird,” he says in a small voice that breaks my heart.

I reach down and remove his hand, lifting it to kiss his fingers. “Don’t talk about your ex when you’re holding my dick,” I say, and he smiles a little. I let his hand go and cup his face. “Charlie, that was his problem and certainly not yours. You are the sexiest man I’ve ever known.”

He looks up, doubt in his face.

“You are, Charlie. I know because I’ve been with a few men.” When he gives me his skeptical expression, I huff. “Okay, a lot of men. But I’ve never had sex the way we have it.” I search for words. “It’s so hot and intense and real. It’s the realest thing I’ve ever felt. And every second of it I feel connected to you on a deep level and that’s the first time I’ve ever had that. And if you want to wear lace knickers, I think it’s the hottest fucking thing ever. Because it’s you, Charlie.”

“Really?” he says almost shyly. “I don’t wear them all the time. Just sometimes I like to feel… pretty.”

“Sunshine, you’re the prettiest man I know, and just the thought of your gorgeous body with those panties cupping your cock and snuggling your balls …” I swallow hard and shudder. “Fuck, I could come just from the thought.”

“You’re really turned on,” he says wonderingly, a smile dawning on his face. It’s sly and wicked and fucking amazing on those handsome features, and I love that I’m the only person who sees it. Just like I love that I see him grumpy and irritable occasionally. It’s a privilege to see beneath the shiny exterior he shows to the rest of the world.

“How about I wear some tonight?” he whispers in my ear, making me shudder and arch against him. “I can wear them and all night you’ll be the only person to know what’s under my clothes.”

“I’ve created a monster,” I say wonderingly.

He takes me down onto the bed and then straddles me, his dick hard and rubbing against my own. “Your monster,” he says, his gaze lowered to watch our dicks slide together.

“Only mine?” I say suddenly, an awful thought occurring to me. I twist my hand gently in his hair and raise his face. “Nobody else for you. I want you to be mine.”