“What guy did you take me for?” I tossed my keys aside and led the way up the stairs to the kitchen.
“Meh. I’ve only been in the city a year and a bit, but I’d guess Upper West Side. Isn’t that where all the uptight banker types live?”
I snorted. “Do I look like an uptight banker type? You know what, don’t answer that. What would you like to drink?”
“I’m guessing you’re out of Natty Light and Boone’s Farm, so I’ll go with whatever you’re having.”
I was surprised to hear a slight Southern softness to his voice as he said the names of the beer and cheap wine. “Where are you from?”
He hesitated for a beat before giving me a megawatt smile. “Is this the getting-to-know-you portion of our date?”
I pulled out the bottle of Macallan and two lowball glasses. “Definitely not a date.”
“So more like adate?” Jett batted his lashes coyly while copying the tone I’d used back at the restaurant.
To my shock, I felt myself blushing slightly, though I couldn’t say why. I busied myself pouring scotch, glad he couldn’t see my cheeks.
“Charleston, South Carolina,” he said when I put the scotch down on the counter and handed him one of the glasses.
I couldn’t determine whether or not he was telling the truth. Maybe it was close enough. More likely a shitty small town nearby—one he might have had to leave when they discovered he was into men.
“What brought you to the city?” I asked, handing him one of the glasses of scotch.
He shrugged. “Always wanted to come here. Try my hand at having a big life.” Then he winked at me. “Maybe fuck all the pretty boys while I’m at it.”
I tossed back the scotch in one swallow. “I’ll give you a thousand dollars to suck my cock.”
Jett’s cheeks flushed, and his eyes brightened. Possibly from the drink. More probably from the knowledge he’d still get a payday tonight, even though I’d noticed back at the restaurant his sugar daddy had run off.
“I’d suck your cock for free,” he said. “Gladly. But I thought you were straight.”
I could tell he was teasing, but I answered anyway. “I am. But I want my dick sucked, I have zero patience for small talk with a woman right now, and you’re easy. Yes or no?”
Jett moved in front of me and immediately lowered to the floor on his knees. The quick obedience made me suck in a breath. Jesus, if only it were this easy with a woman.
I hadn’t imagined we’d do it here. In my mind, we’d have a drink to help take the edge off and then go up to my bedroom. The more I thought about it, though, the better this was. It would be over quickly, and I could send him on his way.
He placed his hands on my thighs gently, as if being careful not to scare me off. “You gonna tell me your name, big guy?”
It was strange to not be recognized. Rare, but it certainly happened. It felt like I’d been featured in a thousand articles, social media posts, and magazines as one of the world’s richest and most eligible bachelors, and was generally recognized on the street from having been photographed for many of them.
“Locke,” I said.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Locke. I’m Jethro, in case you forgot.” His grin was so genuine and engaging, it was hard not to smile back.
“Locke’s my first name.” I watched him as he moved his hands slowly up my thighs toward my belt. “And if your name’s Jethro, I’ll suckyourcock.”
His easy laughter filled the kitchen. “Fine, Jett, then.”
I yanked my belt open, frustrated that this was moving so slowly. “Stop acting like I’m a delicate flower. I assure you, I’m not.”
“A mouth’s a mouth?” His smirk drew my attention to his lips.
“Some are better than others,” I said. “But they probably all feel warm and wet around a cock.”
“Oh, honey. Spoken like someone who’s never been blown by a man who loves sucking cock and knows exactly how to do the job.”
I didn’t want to think of all the other men he’d blown. He was here now, with me, and that was all that mattered.
