Armi moaned. “I-I don’t care. Please. Oh, God.” His dick filled, and Hayden hummed with approval.
“I like what’s popped up. My favorite morning drink.” A firm hand wrapped around the length, and then Armi cried out as his shaft was engulfed in the searing heat of Hayden’s mouth.
“Ahh, ahh.” Embarrassed by the loud noises spilling from his mouth, Armi clapped a hand over his lips, but Hayden peeled his fingers off.
“Don’t. I like to hear you scream. Turns me on.”
Hayden resumed sucking his cock and playing with his own. Armi couldn’t take his eyes off him, those gleaming wet lips sliding along his rigid length, the slick sound of Hayden’s dick passing in and out of his fist.
“Fuck, Hayden. Oh, God. Don’t stop.”
His belly tightened, and he flung his head back, his hips thrusting quickly. Hayden sucked hard, those sexy, throaty sounds vibrating against his shaft. Armi’s eyes rolled and he came, pulsing hard and heavy, filling Hayden’s throat. Hayden got off a moment later, his sticky come spurting everywhere.
Chests heaving, they lay side by side, and Hayden’s lips quirked up in a slight smile. “The best way to wake up.”
A knot formed in the pit of Armi’s stomach. Of course Hayden was sexually superior. Armi couldn’t even pretend—imagine telling Hayden he’d never had anyone share his bed for the night. Most likely, he’d guessed. No condoms was a dead giveaway. And the fact that Hayden had one in his wallet spoke volumes.
“What’s wrong?” Hayden ran a foot up his leg, leaving goose bumps in its wake. “I see the wheels turning.”
“Nothing.”
“Mmmhmm. You know, I may not have worked for you that long, but I do know you’re not a liar. You’re too nice a guy.”
“God, I hate that.” He pulled the pillow over his face and rolled away from Hayden.
A warm hand rested on his shoulder. “Why? It’s refreshing.”
He lifted a shoulder. “Forget it. I’m gonna get up and get dressed. Would you…do you want to maybe get breakfast? If you don’t have plans, of course, which you probably do—”
“Armi. I don’t.” Hayden pressed a kiss to his nape. “I’d love to get breakfast with you.”
A warm glow settled in his chest. “Okay. Great. I can look around—I think there’s a spare toothbrush.”
“That’d be great, but if not, I’ll use my finger in the clutch.” He grinned. Armi couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful body—the broad chest and rippling abs, the artwork of tattoos up and down both arms. A blond happy trail led to his heavy cock. Golden hair dusted muscular thighs and the gorgeous curve of his ass had Armi biting his tongue to prevent himself from whimpering out loud.
“I’ll, uh, go shower.”
He ran to the bathroom and washed up quickly, almost afraid to be gone too long, as if Hayden might change his mind and leave. But upon his return, Hayden still sat on the edge of his bed.
Armi hurried to the dresser and slipped on briefs and sweats. With Hayden watching, he pulled a T-shirt on. He didn’t like his body—he’d been the chunky, unathletic kid, a phase that lasted until his late teens, when he’d sprouted up and dropped theweight. He exercised and tried to eat properly, but that didn’t mean the negative self-image had disappeared with the weight loss. Hayden naked and comfortable was in direct contrast to Armi’s rush to cover himself. He could never be so free.
“There’s an airplane travel kit under the sink that should have a toothbrush and razor.”
Hayden’s face was a study in puzzlement. “Okay. I’ll be right out.”
Armi watched Hayden pick up his discarded clothes before crossing the expanse of the bedroom to the en suite. He heard the shower run and wished he’d had the nerve to suggest they shower together. A sigh escaped him at the missed opportunity. If only this wasn’t a one-off, but he knew better. They’d have their breakfast; then Hayden would say he had things to do and see you at the office on Monday.
Freshly washed and dressed, Hayden reentered the bedroom. “Ready to go?”
“Yeah, sure.”
They left the town house and walked around, passing a few restaurants with huge lines. “Damn,” he complained. “Doesn’t anyone eat at home?”
Hayden chuckled. “Let’s walk farther downtown. It’s less crowded.”
They strolled through the streets until they reached a little bistro that didn’t seem to have too much of a line. Within fifteen minutes they were seated and had coffee. Hayden ordered theshakshuka, and Armi the breakfast burrito. When the server walked away, they each took a sip of coffee.
Hayden moistened his lips. “Do you know how you want to respond to Price’s article?”
