Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“C’mere,” he murmured, holding out his arms.
I walked into them happily but then acted awkward and confused. “What’s this? What is this thing you’re doing with your arms?”
“Smart-ass.” His arms tightened around me in a hug.
“I didn’t think you knew how to work one of these things. They’re awfully complicated.”
The smell of him made me want to climb him. Instead, I tucked my nose against the warm skin of his neck, catching a glimpse of the attendant as he flushed pink and hid a smile.
Even though Locke Maris was old-school about claiming his sexuality, his family seemed to have been good at hiring accepting people. The thought reassured me.
“I’ve been taking hug lessons,” Locke said. “They’re very expensive, but I think I’m getting the hang of it.”
I pulled back and flashed him my biggest smile. “Worth every penny, though, right?”
He cupped my face and smiled, the kind of smile that suddenly made him look younger, more relaxed.
Happy.
“Worth every penny.”
And then he kissed me.
When our food came, I strategically didn’t eat. I had big plans for later that night, and I didn’t want anything to upset them.
“Are you feeling okay?” Locke asked when he noticed my still-full plate.
“Yep,” I said. “Very okay. And I’m looking forward to making you feel very okay as well.”
He crinkled his forehead, clearly a hundred percent clueless about why I would forgo a meal before having sex. That was okay—he didn’t need to understand the ins and outs of prep to reap the rewards. And I could always sneak into the pantry later and steal shit from the fridge if I was hungry. There was a reason you were always nice to the person in charge of the kitchen.
When he finally finished his meal, I stood and moved toward his bedroom, crooking my finger at him.
“I have more calls,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
“Give me half an hour,” I begged. “Your employees aren’t even back from lunch yet.”
I could tell he was tempted, and sure enough, he stood and followed me into the bedroom.
Once we were behind another layer of privacy, I started pulling off my clothes, keeping my eyes on him. “Fuck me.”
Heat blazed through his eyes, but instead of a hearty “Hell yeah,” he shook his head. “Not now. Not when I can’t take my time with it.”
I shucked off my pants and stepped toward him, completely naked while he was still fully dressed. “After your call?”
His hesitation was clear enough. His eyes roamed over me from head to foot as if assessing the risk versus the reward. “This is why you didn’t eat.”
I reached for the button on his pants. “This is why I didn’t eat,” I said softly. “I want you inside me.”
His cock filled the front of his pants, tenting the fabric until I lowered the zipper and released him. One eyebrow went up. “I can’t imagine your ass is more talented than your mouth.”
“Mm.” I lowered to my knees on the rug. “Then I propose an experiment. We do both, and then you can declare a winner in the morning.”
Locke threaded his fingers through my hair. “My guests arrive in the morning.”
I shrugged, running my chin along the hard heat of his erection. “A simple whisper will suffice. We can speak in code. ‘Heads or tails,’ if you will.”
The sound of Locke’s bark of laughter was electric, lighting up parts of me that had been asleep a long time.
“I’d make a dirty joke about putting my head in your tail, but I’m afraid I’d botch it,” he said, looking down at me fondly.
I leaned in and rubbed my cheek against his shaft, inhaling the now-familiar scent of him. “Later, then,” I murmured before opening my mouth and drawing the head of his cock inside of it.
The blow job was quick, mostly because he was already hard for me, but also because I was good at it. And I knew he needed to get back to work. As soon as he came with a ragged grunt, I flopped back on the rug to finish myself off.
Part of me expected him to pull up his pants and return to his computer, but another part secretly wanted him to stay. To watch.
The second part won.
Locke’s eyes moved over my body as he fastened his pants, stopping and staring at the hand I had wrapped around my cock. I’d used my own saliva—still mixed with his release—to ease the slide. And then I went for it, stroking and arching under his intense stare.
“Look at you,” he said in a low voice. “Writhing on the floor with my cum in your throat and on your cock. Does that feel good? Are you getting off with my cum, Jethro? The taste of it. The feel of it. The scent…”
I let out an embarrassing sound, but I didn’t care. His words were doing it for me in a major way, and there was no one else here to hear them.