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“You’re not old,” he said,
    “just old-fashioned.”
    Like in the office, he rolled over and climbed into Anson’s lap.
    “You want to sweep me off my feet as if I were some delicate maiden.
    News flash, lover. I’m a guy, and I’m not made out of porcelain.”
    “I have no doubts about your strength.” Anson’s arms went
    around Reed’s waist, as if automatically, and his cock was hard
    against Reed’s crease. “It’s your heart I’m worried about.”
    “So don’t break it.” Reed pressed a kiss to Anson’s chin. “Don’t
    deny us anymore.”
    Anson’s smile was wide. “You know I won’t. Otherwise, I
    wouldn’t have come here in the first place. I just want to make sure
    you’re…well…sure.”
    Laughter bubbled in Reed’s chest. “I’ve been certain about this
    since I was fifteen and learned how to lust. You couldn’t mate me
    then, but you can do so now. Now no more doubts. Just kiss me.”
    He half expected Anson to say something else, to continue
    arguing, but the wolf did no such thing. Instead, he did what Reed
    told him and pressed their mouths together. Unlike in the office, this
    kiss wasn’t desperate. Instead, it held a trace of gentleness that had
    nothing to do with fear. Rather, in this lip-lock, Reed tasted relief, the
    final realization of both their dreams.
    The knowledge that he at last had what he’d been waiting for was
    the biggest aphrodisiac in existence. Quickly, their meeting of mouths
    went from tender to passionate as Anson practically devoured Reed.

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    Reed rubbed his ass against Anson’s still-clothed cock, silently
    demanding their union.
    “Why did you even come dressed?” he asked breathlessly as the
    kiss broke.
    Anson released a small laugh and retrieved a small tube from his
    pocket. “I wanted to be prepared.”
    Another shuddered coursed through Reed at the implication of
    Anson’s words. “Too many clothes,” he panted like a bitch in heat.
    “Come on, Anson. I need you so bad.”
    Anson’s smile twisted into something different. “Tell me, baby,
    why do you call me that?”
    “Call you what?” Reed was confused and couldn’t really think
    straight, not with the animal inside him demanding copulation. “What
    are you talking about?”
    “You’ve never called me Sonny, not once,” Anson replied.
    Reed blinked at the strange answer. He realized the man was right.
    “I suppose,” he replied, “I guess…You’ve always been Anson to me.”
    His mate sighed. “You see? You have been calling me the same
    thing since you were a boy. How can I really know things have
    changed?”
    In that moment, Reed at last managed to place himself in Anson’s
    position. For him, the feelings of near hero worship he’d had for
    Anson had naturally progressed into desire and the realization of a
    mate bond. Anson, on the other hand, had looked at him as a sort of
    surrogate son. He’d seen his best friend and former lover’s boy and
    had cared about him almost like a third father. But when Reed had
    suddenly grown up and turned out to be Anson’s mate, his mate must
    have been shocked and terrified at what he might do.
    Reed hadn’t made it exactly easy, either. He’d been a lustful teen
    and had paraded naked around Anson whenever he had the chance,
    without thinking what restraint the other man needed in order to leash
    his wolf.

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    All this time, Reed had thought he was the one being wronged,
    but he’d never realized that he himself had hurt Anson. “I’m sorry,”
    he whispered. “I never realized…”
    “Well, that’s not necessarily a bad thing.” Anson grinned at him
    once again, and Reed had to look away. “It means you just didn’t
    think it was important or relevant.” He pulled Reed closer when Reed
    was tempted to break out of his arms. “No, don’t do that. Don’t blame
    yourself for anything.” He forced their gazes to meet once again.
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