The moment I had the door to my office closed behind me, I stalked towards Crew, reaching out for him greedily. He smiled at me. A full, happy smile where the creases of his eyes came together and the creases of his mouth widened.
Happiness made him look radiant.
I cornered him against the wall, barely pressing my weight against him as I stroked my fingers through his hair. He had a properly modernized mullet now, the waves and curls at the back adding volume and the messy chic that screamed “Crew.” The sides of his head were tapered in, giving dimension to the flow of the cut. I ran my hand through the top of his head, reveling in how soft his hair felt.
There wasn’t an inch of blond, either.
A large, sappy grin started on my face at the realization. “Jesus,” I whispered.
Crew had mentioned the blond was an attempt to look younger for clients and then started to add to his reasoning before stopping. I’d never gotten an answer about it, but I knew it was something that haunted him by the look on his face.
Seeing him return to his natural color gave me some hope. If dyeinghis hair blond was to look younger for clients… then was he thinking of not going back?
His hands cupped my face and a knowing smirk was plastered on his face. “You like?”
I nodded enthusiastically. “Fuck yeah, I like. You look so fucking sexy, Pretty Boy.”
“Mmm, maybe I should change my hair more often if you’re gonna look at me like that every time.”
Chuckling, I pressed a lingering kiss to his lips. “God, I love your waves. Where have these been hiding?”
He tried to capture my lips again, but I moved just in time. “In the deep recesses of my neglect. Camie, the salon lady, worked some wonders. She even gave me some product to use to bring them back to life.”
“I don’t know the lady, but I feel like I could kiss her right now.”
“Instead of kissing me, like you should be?”
“I’d never give up the option to kiss you.”
My earlier comment to my staff seemed to be working for the moment. While we had the time, I took Crew’s lips in a searing kiss that quickly evolved.
The taste of him on my tongue was intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough, diving deeper with each pass to satiate the need that had my cock begging beneath my zipper. I wrapped my arms around Crew’s waist, tapping him until he jumped up and threw his legs around me.
I held him by the bottom of his upper thighs, using my weight to keep him pinned against the wall. When I pressed against him, he let out a tiny, breathy moan that I quickly swallowed.
Kissing along his jaw, I followed his scent like a hungry wolf. Crew had a unique, woodsy smell that mixed with the fragrant shampoo I could sense from his hair. I was addicted to it, pressing my nose against the column of his neck. His arms cradled my neck, one of his hands reaching into the back of my hair to hold onto and tug.
His head rolled against the wall and gave me better access to the skin of his throat, enticing me further into all that was simply him. I couldn’t stop my lips from attacking him, licking paths along the tendons that ran there. Crew tasted like mischief and salt and desire.
“Price.” He whimpered, right above my ear.
I groaned against him, desperately pushing my hips against his. My grip on his thighs tightened as I rocked us together, keening at the harsh breaths coming from him.
The rumble of his deep moans tingled against my lips as I trailed kisses and light nips on my way. When I got back to his mouth, the kiss we shared was beyond searing, and we were getting closer to the point of no return. I slid my hands further, gripping his ass.
“Price, oh fuck.” Crew moaned as he thrust his hips against me. “Come over tonight.”
“I don’t think you’ve ever had a better idea than that.”
“No, I mean—oh, Christ.” His words turned into a long whine when I slid one of my hands down the back of his pants, grabbing at his ass cheek. “Have dinner with Willow and me.”
I paused, pulling away enough to show him my raised eyebrow. “You mean cook for the two of you?”
“I mean, yeah. You know I can’t cook worth a damn.”
“You’re right about that.”
He squinted at me, playfully knocking my shoulder. “There’s a difference between being honest and being mean, you know.”
