When the door finally settled into its frame, Denis rolled them towards the back of the little sofa until they were face-to-face.
“That’s my mom. She’s a piece of work. Carole was a savior for me, both a safe place and an understanding adult to help me through the realization that girls would never do it for me. Carole’s in the only family picture I own, in my home.” His hands cupped around Cherry’s jaw, pulling him closer. “And I don’t want to talk about them again, not now, and not ever when we’re being intimate.” His nose wrinkled like he smelled something foul. “No, just no.”
Cherry pushed forwards, gaining a little leverage so he could hover over Denis, even if it was at a slant. “I don’t want to talk about anything except my cock in your ass. And I wasn’t thinking of it, not really, but I did bring a condom and some lube. To our business discussion.”
“Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?” Denis grinned and angled his head for another kiss. “Cock in ass sounds like a solid plan. I’m happy to be the bottom today.”
“Before or after our business meeting. If there actually was one?” He arched an eyebrow. “Was the text a ruse? I’m fine with it either way, but just checking.”
“Gah.” Denis ground hard against Cherry’s thigh. “We should do business first.” He pulled his hips back in small increments. “Goddamn it to hell.” He lunged in for a hard kiss. “I fucking hate you.”
“And I hate you,” he responded, grinning.
?Chapter Seventeen
Denis
He pulled in a few hard breaths and rolled away from Cherry. But he misjudged the distance and rolled himself flat on the floor. He was staring up when Cherry’s face came into view.
“Babe, you okay?”
The bastard had the bad taste to grin.
By the time Denis had shoved his way to a sitting position, Cherry was up and standing with one hand out. Denis considered not taking the help for about half a second, then he reached for the assistance. A moment later, he was on his feet.
“That’s annoying.”
“What, babe?” This was Cherry, doing his best to hide a smile.
“And that’s extra annoying. First you push me off the couch, then you yank me up in like an instant, and now you’re laughing at me.” He straightened his collar. “Business meeting protocol means not throwing me on the floor, no matter the injuries I might acquire.”
“Protocol.” Cherry took a step forwards. “Acquire.” He took another step. “You’re extra hot when you go all lawyerly.” The next step had them chest-to-chest. “Extra hot.”
Denis wrapped his arms around Cherry and pulled him closer. “What are you talking about?”
Cherry initiated the kiss, stretching up to press their lips together. “I’m talking about how hot you are when you pull out the lawyer side of you. I foresee some roleplay in our future.”
