“You’re a good man, William,” he praised me, resting his cheek on my head. “So, the job…”
“Yeah, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Corey shifted, straddling my lap as he looked
down at me. My brain short-circuited when I cupped his ass, pulling him close enough I could feel his
dick pressing against mine. Fighting my arousal when he was near was a constant battle but feeling
his body against mine made it impossible to stay on-task. “Do you have a problem with me accepting
the offer? I don’t want you feeling suffocated. I won’t tell you I’d turn him down if you weren’t
comfortable. He’s a friend who needs help, and with me getting over this need to not feel obligated to
stay in one place for too long, it really is the perfect job.”
“Then you should take it. He trusts you, and people listen to you. It only makes sense.”
I hated that I’d doubted him. I added that to the list of ways I’d underestimated him and would
need to make up for.
Corey scooted back so his butt rested on my knees. He cupped my face in his hands and stared
down at me. “I get why you were nervous. And I can’t say I’ll always be comfortable knowing that
I’m sleeping with the boss, but you have to do what’s right for you.”
“Well, you’re technically not sleeping with the boss,” I pointed out. “I’m going to spend most of
my time in the back, and there’s not much reason for you to be in there since it’s alcohol-free. But I
know what you’re saying. So, you’re okay with it if I tell Jack I’ll do it?”
Corey shrugged. “I mean, yeah. It’s not like I really have a say in it one way or the other.”
While technically correct, Corey didn’t realize how much I would have struggled had he not taken
the news well. Ever since Jack had approached me, I felt like I was balancing on a knife’s edge,
trying to convince myself I would have done what was best for me even if it meant Corey pulling
away.
“There will never be a time when I don’t at least want your input,” I told him. Even if we weren’t
yet to the point of making lifelong commitments, I was in this with him for the long haul. That meant
his opinion mattered, but I got the feeling he wasn’t exactly used to being an equal part of a committed
relationship. “Now, you need to get ready for work and pack your bag. I’m going to clean up the
kitchen so I’m ready to go when you are.”
Corey slid off my lap. He was only a few feet away from me when he turned back. “You know, if
you want, you can hang out here until morning traffic dies down a bit. You don’t have to, but I don’t
want you feeling like you have to leave when I do.”
