He let go of Thorne’s head and tried to pull back, hoping he could stop the tide of orgasm, but it was too late. Without warning Thorne, he came, the intensity threatening to knock him out. Thorne eagerly swallowed every drop he had to give. When Dash was finally wrung dry, he pulled back and tried to catch his breath as he stared down at Thorne’s cum-stained, swollen lips. “Wow.”

Thorne licked his lips and then smiled as he caressed Dash’s thigh with a firm touch. “Did I just make you lose control?”

He had. He’d never forgotten himself like that when he was working. “Asshole,” he muttered.

“Oh, I like this,” Thorne said. He slid his hands along the back of Dash’s thighs, encouraging him to rise up so he could cup his ass and knead it. Dash bit back a moan. He wasn’t used to being caressed like that. Usually he was the one doing the touching. Most men were only interested in getting their hands on his cock.

He realized Thorne was speaking, but he’d been too lost in sensation to comprehend.

He opened his eyes and looked down again. “What?”

“I really did throw you off your game, didn’t I?”

“Things got a little more…intense than usual.”

Thorne nodded. “You’re not the only one who lost control.”

Dash glanced over his shoulder. Thorne’s abdomen was covered in streaks of cum, his cock softening against his body. “Fuck.”

“A damn good one.”

“Yes, it was,” Dash said, his voice soft, more honest that he’d meant to be. It was probably the best damn sex he’d ever had.

Thorne was studying him, and Dash was revealing way too much. What if Thorne realized how deep Dash’s feelings went? The last thing he wanted was for Thorne to think he couldn’t be professional, especially considering how he’d pushed to stay, to talk, to make this more than sex. Thorne didn’t pay for sex because he wanted a man to fall for him.

“Are you okay?” Thorne asked.

“I’m fine.” But he wasn’t. He slid from the bed and practically ran for the bathroom.

After a few deep breaths, Dash stared at his pale face in the mirror and tried to convince himself that his reaction was ridiculous.

Go back out there. Act normal. You’re the fucking dom. You just went at him like he existed to serve you.

He’s fine.

What if he’s not? Get it together and go check on him.