Yeah. Just finishing up. Be by around 8.
I’ll be waiting.
He tacked on several flame emojis. I chuckled to myself and stuck the phone into my jeans pocket.
“Care to share with the class what’s so funny?” Jodi asked in wide-eyed innocence.
I put on a stern face and narrowed my eyes. “Nothing.” Judging by her saucy smile and eye roll, she knew I was a damn liar, but I refused to take her bait.
“Looked like something to me,” Ambrose chimed in. “You got a hot date?”
I kept my face neutral. “No. I have things to do.”
“Things to do,” Ambrose repeated. “Why so secretive?”
“I’m not. I have errands…shit to take care of. I was away all weekend. Enough with the third, fourth, and fifth degree.” I picked up my jacket and zipped it up. “Ready to close up?”
“Damn. So touchy.” Ambrose put on his coat, and Jodi did the same and grabbed her purse.
“All set.”
I shut off the lights, locked the door, and set the alarm. “See you tomorrow.” I bumped fists with Ambrose and gave Jodi a nod, then walked to my place. It took me less than half an hour to shower, change, and pack a bag because yeah, I was spending the night uptown with Bailey.
But first we were going to talk.
**
Bailey had changed from Mr. Suit and Tie into athletic pants and a T-shirt, and he was freshly showered, his dark hair lying in wet curls, his skin glowing. His eyes lit up when he saw my overnight bag.
“I take it you’re staying?”
“That’s the plan.”
“Come on.” I stepped inside and Bailey hummed. “You smell amazing.” He drew in an audible breath. “Mmm-mmm.”
I hesitated only a second and kissed him. Hard. Soft, yielding lips moved over mine, and I yanked him close…closer. He opened to the pressure of my mouth, and at his moan, I realized I couldn’t let him go. Not tonight. Or tomorrow.
Maybe never.
Whoa. Where the fuck did that come from?
“Come with me.” Bailey tugged my hand, and all my good intentions to talk first flew out the window. My body demanded his, and I tangled our fingers together as we walked to the bedroom. He stripped, I tossed my clothes, and we fell on the bed in a hot, hard tangle of limbs. I loved that his thighs were scratchy with hair and his chest wasn’t bare—too many prettyboys shaved themselves sleek as a seal, and it was like kissing a teenager. Not my thing.
Bailey, with his toned legs, firm ass, and hard six-pack, was all man. And tonight? Mine. But as usual, he wasn’t a silent partner.
“I need it bad, Keston. Just give it to me hard and fast. I’ve been thinking about it all day, and I can’t wait.”
He was telling me the truth. He had the condoms and lube out on the bed, ready for us. His dick was rock-hard, flushed and thick. He got on all fours and grasped himself. I mapped the globes of his perfect ass with my hands and dove in for a snack.
“Oh fuck, please, God. Keston. I want…” His words garbled as I plunged my tongue in deep and worked on him. I wet my fingers and thrust them in and out of his twitching body, loving his hoarse, broken cries. He squeezed me, and my dick ached, needing him. Wanting him.
I flipped him to gaze into his hazy eyes. “Bailey,” I whispered and nudged his cheek, kissing him. I’d had plenty of sex, but this was something more. Something intensely intimate. My skin prickled with awareness. I wanted to run, to hide from what was happening, but I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to.
“I know.” He caught my shoulder and slid his arm around my neck, anchoring me to him. “I know.”
I used the lube and rolled on a condom, and with one smooth push, entered him. He sucked me into his heat with a grip so tight, I couldn’t imagine him ever letting me go.
Or wanting him to.
