As soon as I spoke, he leaned in and pressed his mouth against mine. I melted under the touch, and when he laid his hands on my hips, I moaned because now that I knew what was happening—at least with Yukio—I was more relaxed. I curled my arms around his neck, and he dragged me closer by my waist.
Everything about him was addicting, from the faint scent of his cologne—herbal and bright but not too strong for my sensitive nose—to the warmth of his skin against mine, and I wanted more. I craved him, though I knew being with someone around the same age as my son was wrong.
When he broke contact, I whimpered in disappointment.
“I’ll see you in a bit?” he murmured.
I nodded eagerly. “Yeah.”
He stepped back and winked. “I’ll let you go up first. I’ll wait for about ten minutes before I follow you.”
With a sigh of relief, I gave him a thankful smile. I reached out to touch his chest, and even though his shirt stopped our skin from making contact, it was still nice to feel his heart under my palm. Then I left, nearly tripping up the stairs as I ascended them.
I had a date.
Tonight.
With Yukio.
Oh gods, what should I wear? Should I cook dinner? How did I act? Normal? Different?
Panic had me breathing fast, but I stopped and closed my eyes for a moment. In my head, I started to list the Greek gods, and made it all the way through and moved on to the Roman ones before the tightness in my chest released.
I could do this.
Smiling, I started walking again.
I had a date!
7
YUKIO
Slidinga finger along my smooth jaw, I smirked at myself in my dresser mirror.Yes, I’m fucking sexy.I considered taking out my eyebrow piercings but shrugged and left all my jewelry in. If Micah didn’t like me this way, we couldn’t be together.
Besides, he sure as hell didn’t complain earlier.
I let out a long breath and grinned. My body had been buzzing ever since Micah had hit his knees for me, and I couldn’t stop smiling. Shaking my head, I picked up the blue bottle of Versace Eros cologne from the top of my dresser and gave myself a spritz, not really considering why I wanted to look my best. The crisp fragrance with just a hint of vanilla hit my nose and I smirked at my reflection, trying out a few smiles I used onstage, but then stopped. I didn’t feel like I had to be anyone except myself with Micah.
And holy fuck, I was overjoyed that I was making progress with my plan to screw with Alexander Carrington—success in this venture would be the equivalent of dropping him headfirst into a volcano—but I couldn’t say that victory against my enemy was the true reason I was happy right now.
Micah had been pure sex magic on his knees for me.
The way he’d let me tell him what to do had really hit all my buttons just right.
His lips around my dick were scorching hot, and I couldn’t wait to see him do it again. Feel his tongue flutter over my cockhead. Hear his small happy sounds as he sucked me down.
“Fuck, is it hot in here?” I tugged at my shirt collar.
“No,” Milo said, and his tone let me know he wasn’t paying much attention to me.
“Is it cold outside?” I asked him over my shoulder. I glanced back, and he was sprawled on my bed on his belly, poking around on his phone. My best friend plopped in the middle of my gray comforter was a familiar sight. He didn’t like to be alone, and when we’d first met, I’d teased him, asking him if he was afraid, but that had upset him, and I’d dropped the topic fast since he was a good guy. I didn’t need a lot of personal space to be comfortable anyway.
“Cold for someone from New Gothenburg or cold for you, Cali boy?” He snickered.
“Don’t be a dick.”
He glanced up from his phone, and I turned around, tugging at the sleeves of my blue Henley. I’d gotten this shirt for baseball practice when the weather was still cool in the spring, but I liked the way it made my muscles stand out.
