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  “Make me,” Penn replied with a smirk, propping himself on his elbows.

  Adam's smile must have been more feral than humorous because Penn’s eyes darkened, his lips parting. Naked, and painfully hard, Adam climbed on the bed and crawled on top of Penn, supporting some of his weight on his elbows. Penn wiggled under him, arching his back, exposing his neck for Adam to latch on. Sneaking a hand underneath Penn’s shirt, Adam pushed it up, helping him take it off completely and tossing it on the floor. The lingerie Adam had given him last week had looked good on the mannequin in the shop, but on Penn it was a completely different scale of sexy.

  Slowly, softly, Adam caressed Penn’s body over the smooth, red satin, making him squirm, pink flush rising to his throat.

  “I want to see all of it,” Adam whispered in awe, his whole world narrowing down to this moment. To his beautiful boyfriend.

  Sitting back on his haunches, Adam gave Penn room to move as he shimmied out of his jeans and hastily took off his socks. With his mussed hair, soft, pink lips and lust filled eyes Penn was pure seduction in human form. The dim light coming from the windows cast shadows on his pale skin, and Adam wished all the lights were on so that he could properly appreciate the work of art in front of him. Penn wore the satin body with elegance and confidence, as if it was made for him. Sometimes Adam still couldn't believe he’d not only managed to find a kind and amazing guy like Penn, but he also shared his kink for wearing dresses and lingerie in the bedroom.

  “Stop staring and start doing,” Penn said in a breathy whisper, his hand sliding down his stomach to squeeze his cock through the thin material of the body.

  Adam didn’t need to be told twice. Falling on top of Penn, he claimed his lips in a hungry, urgent kiss, Penn’s mouth as eager as his own, their tongues sliding together in wet, heated need. Adam ground his hips against Penn’s hard cock, the satin making the movement even more sensual.

  Penn groaned in protest when Adam pulled away, then gasped as he sucked on his nipple through the fabric. Adam wanted to devour Penn, touch and kiss and bite every part of his body, but he was trembling with primal need to be inside him. He couldn't stand it much longer. But there was something he wanted to do first; something that he was sure would drive Penn out of his mind.

  With one fluid movement Adam slid down Penn’s body, palming his cock through the satin and rubbing it softly. A wet spot had already formed on the fabric and Adam could smell the sweet scent of Penn’s arousal. Every touch, every tug on his cock sent a jolt through Penn’s body, making him moan and writhe under Adam's hands. Since the very first time they’d been together, Penn’s responsiveness to his touch had been Adam's undoing.

  Adam ignored his own cock leaking and demanding attention, and went for Penn’s, pushing aside the fabric and mouthing his cock in a single move. Closing his eyes in bliss, Adam groaned, sucking on Penn, licking his wet shaft and pumping it with his hand all at the same time, making Penn produce the sexier moans and whimpers. His body started to quiver and Adam used his free hand to glide it up Penn’s torso until it reached his mouth. With no hesitation Penn sucked two of Adam's fingers, tonguing them, making them wet and ready.

  Without losing focus, Adam pushed a finger inside Penn as he sucked him harder, then added a second wet finger, feeling Penn’s body open up for him. His cock grew even harder in Adam's mouth and he knew it was time to stop or Penn would come on the spot.

  “Please.... Please...” Penn chanted, shivering, sweaty and flushed, out of his mind with need. “Adam... baby...”

  “I’ve got you,” Adam whispered, going up Penn’s body to kiss him.

  Like a magnet, Penn’s arms locked around Adam's neck, his hips rolling off the bed, looking for friction. Adam loved it when Penn let go so completely as if nothing in the world mattered more than Adam being inside him.

  Swiftly, Adam manoeuvred Penn on his belly, pulling him up on all fours, just like he wanted him. Kneeling behind him, Adam ran his hands over Penn’s back, the feeling of his smooth skin and soft satin under his palm making him groan. When he reached Penn’s ass, Adam pushed away the thong, exposing Penn’s hole, pink and wet, ready for him.

  Impatient, Penn pushed back against Adam, his back dipping as he lowered himself on his elbows. Adam didn't want to make him wait any longer. Hell, he himself couldn't wait anymore. With practiced efficiency he got the condoms and lube from the nightstand, prepared himself and pushed inside Penn without hesitation.

  Penn moaned, deep and low, pushing back against Adam's cock, squeezing his ass around him.

  “Jesus...” Adam was about to come on the spot if Penn didn't stop taunting him.

  With a loud smack on Penn’s ass cheek to make him behave, Adam grabbed his hips and started moving; the more vocal Penn became the faster Adam slammed into him. Penn’s body shook, both from Adam's thrusts and from the need for release.

  “Jerk yourself off,” Adam commanded, but Penn shook his head.

  “No,” he said, panting. “Make me come like this.” Turning his head to look at Adam over his shoulder he added, “You know how much I love it.”

  Their eyes locked, Penn’s so dark with lust they were nearly black under his hooded lids. Adam adjusted his angle until he felt Penn’s body shudder every time he hit his sweet spot. He’d never known anyone who could come hands-free as often as Penn, and the sight always made him lose it. The fact that he was the only person who’d ever been inside Penn, who’d turned him into the whimpering, quivering mess he was right now made something big and hot bloom into Adam's chest.

  “I’m close,” Penn said breathlessly. “Fuck, right there, baby.”

  Meeting Adam's every thrust with equal force, Penn fucked himself on Adam's cock, mumbling nonsense, his fingers clutching the sheets. Adam folded his body on top of Penn’s back, still moving inside him as he bit Penn’s shoulder, his neck, his cheek. Penn turned his head and met Adam's lips in a frenzied, biting kiss, their fingers intertwining on the sheets.

  Penn came with a loud groan and full body shudder, convulsing under Adam's, his ass pulsing around Adam's cock. Satisfied, Adam dropped his forehead between Penn’s shoulder blades, a couple more thrusts all he needed to reach his own orgasm. Penn collapsed on the bed, his body completely exhausted. Adam had enough sense left not to fall on top of him and crush him even though the guy had just fried his brain with the best sex of his life.

  “Fuckin’ ‘ell,” Adam mumbled, flopping down on his back next to Penn. His heart raced as if he’d ran a marathon, his eyes already drooping shut. “’Twas amazing,” he managed to say before he surrendered to the blissful fatigue, Penn snoring softly beside him.

  Adam woke up cold and shivering, the condom still on his limp cock. Penn hadn’t moved at all and was still lying on his belly, head tucked under the pillow. With a soft groan, Adam got up and headed for the bathroom. Penn must have felt him move because when he got back, he’d discarded the satin lingerie and lay underneath the blanket, the lamp on the nightstand glowing softly.

  “Hey,” Adam said, sneaking under the blanket and gathering Penn in his arms. He came willingly, placing his head on Adam's shoulder as he sighed contently. “Didn’t mean to wake you.” Adam kissed the top of Penn’s head and pushed his hair out of his face.

  Penn looked up at him, those big brown eyes still fogged with sleep.

  “’Sokay,” he said, his jaw cracking with a huge yawn. “I was cold and uncomfortable. Needed to move.”

  “Do you want to take a bath together?”

  “Maybe in a minute. Like it here.” Penn’s arm draped over Adam's stomach as he twisted to kiss his shoulder.

  Adam bit his lip, trying to find the right words to tell Penn about the present he’d gotten him.

  “So, it’s not technically Valentine’s Day anymore, but I have something for you,” he said, casually, stroking Penn’s arm with the tips of his fingers.

  “Yeah?” Penn propped his chin in Adam's chest and looked at him with childi
sh glee. “Gimme.”

  Adam chuckled, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. He thumbed through his emails until he found the one he needed and showed it to Penn. One-handed, Penn scrolled through the email, his eyes growing wide as he read.

  “No way!” He exclaimed. “No fucking way, Adam!”

  Adam shrugged as if it wasn’t such a big deal. In fact, getting two passes for a private showing of Penn’s favourite painting, Hokusai’s “The Wave” had been unnecessary hard, but Adam had pulled a few strings and managed to get them in for tomorrow evening. He’d have done anything, promised anyone anything, to do that for Penn. The look on Penn’s face when he’d found out the painting was being held in the British Museum, but only shown in private viewings had crushed him. He’d been obsessed with it for a long time, it’d inspired a lot of his art and designs, and it’d been a dream of his to see the painting in person.

  Penn sat up in the bed, reading the email again as if to make sure he’d understood it correctly.

  “How did you manage that?”

  “I know a guy.”

  Penn threw the phone on the bed and fell on top of Adam, covering his face with excited kisses.

  “You’re the most amazingest boyfriend ever, Adam Fischer.”

  “I’m pretty sure that’s not a word.”

  “It is and it describes you perfectly.” They kissed for a while, the earlier urgency reduced to content, lingering kisses and soft brushes of lips and tongues. “I have something for you, too,” Penn said against Adam's mouth, his lips spreading into a cheeky smile.

  “I thought we said no presents?”

  “You just gave me a present!”

  “In my defence, I didn't know it’d happen today of all days.” They were both grinning, fully realising how ridiculous the argument was, and yet thoroughly enjoying it. “But I guess it was meant to be, right? The perfect Valentine’s Day gift for the perfect guy.”

  “Awww, who are you and what did you do with my grumpy boyfriend?”

  Adam kissed Penn’s nose, and then his blushing cheeks. Untangling his limbs from Adam's, Penn scooted off the bed and padded to the living room. He came back a moment later holding a package.

  “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said to Adam as he handed him the gift, hurrying back under the blanket and snuggling next to Adam again.

  The package looked like a book and was wrapped in stylish silver paper, not a single heart shape in sight. Adam unwrapped it carefully to reveal an old-looking copy of William Blake’s “Songs of Innocence and of Experience.”

  “It’s not a first edition, I couldn't find that anywhere, but this one is pretty cool because it’s got some notes Blake had taken in his own handwriting at the back, and there’s also art inspired by his poems and...”

  Adam kissed him to shut him up. “I love it,” he said, his fingers burying in Penn’s soft hair.

  “Remember that day we met at the antique book market on the Southbank?” Penn asked, nuzzling Adam's cheek. Adam nodded. “You were holding this huge book, a biography of William Blake and said you loved his work.” He smiled to himself, then kissed Adam's cheek. “I feel like that was the day we really connected, you know? Even if we didn't speak much and spent something like fifteen minutes together, the entire day I got butterflies fluttering in my stomach thinking about it.” Pulling back a little, Penn looked into Adam's eyes, the humour he’d seen in them moments before replaced by something much more serious. “Thinking about you.”

  Adam couldn't stand looking into those big, soulful eyes anymore. He felt stripped bare, vulnerable, every layer of his self-imposed walls peeled away. Twisting his fingers, Adam pulled Penn into a kiss that started slowly, softly, but quickly escalated to long, deep kisses and not so gentle nips. His cock took notice of the proceedings and woke up lazily, growing harder against Penn’s thigh. Penn shifted his hips slightly to show Adam he was also ready for round two.

  If that was how every Valentine’s Day was going to go, Adam might become quite infatuated with the holiday. Here with Penn, in this perfect moment, even the foil, heart-shaped balloons didn't seem so bad.

  THE END

  Author’s note

  Thank you for reading this Valentine’s Day short story! I had a lot of fun writing it, revisiting the characters I adore.

  If you’d like to know more about any of the characters, their full stories are written in my West End series, set in London’s musical theatre world. Jared and Fenix’s story is first in Dance, then it’s Penn and Adam's turn in Mask, then both books reach a sweet conclusion in the holiday novella Dreaming of Snow. Sonnie and Riley's story can be found in the final book of the series, Piece by Piece.

  The entire series is also available in audio book format through Audible.

  For non-English speakers, the series has been translated in Italian, French and soon in German, and all foreign editions can be found on Amazon.

  Thanks again for reading!

  Lots of love,

  Teodora

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Hi, my name is Teodora and I live in London with my husband and my son. I've been writing ever since I can remember, but it became my full time job in 2010 when I decided that everything else I've tried bores me to death and I have to do what I've always wanted to do, but never had the guts to fully embrace. I've been a journalist, an editor, a personal assistant and an interior designer among other things, but as soon as the novelty of the new, exciting job wears off, I always go back to writing. Being twitchy, impatient, loud and hasty are not qualities that help a writer, because I have to sit alone, preferably still, and write for most of the day, but I absolutely love it. It's the only time that I'm truly at peace and the only thing I can do for more than ten minutes at a time - my son has a bigger attention span than me.

  When I'm procrastinating, I like to go to the gym, cook Italian meals (and eat them), read, listen to rock music, watch indie movies and True Blood re-runs. Or, in the worst case scenario, get beaten at every Nintendo Wii game by a very inventive kid.

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  Also by Teodora Kostova

  Dance

  Mask

  Dreaming of Snow

  Piece by Piece

  Snowed In

  A Sip of Rio

  Cookies

  Kiss and Ride

  In a Heartbeat

  Then, Now, Forever