Chapter 13:

Jace’s POV

I barely slept that night.

Every time I closed my eyes, the elevator replayed in my head: Alex’s mouth on mine, the desperate sound he made, the way his body had pressed against me like he’d been starving for it too. My lips still felt bruised hours later. I tossed and turned, hard and aching, until I finally gave in around 3 AM.

Lying in the dark, I shoved my boxers down and wrapped my hand around my cock. It was already leaking, painfully hard. I stroked slowly at first, remembering the heat of his tongue, the grip on my neck, the low groan that had...