“Good.” I took a step closer. His breath hitched as his shoulders hunched forward. “I like that
you’re jealous. It shows me that, no matter what you try and tell me, you realize there’s something
here. But you’re scared, aren’t you?”
Corey nodded again, sucking that plump bottom lip between his teeth.
I reached up, pulling the skin free, running the pad of my thumb over his lip. When his mouth fell
open, I pushed my thumb into his mouth. Instinctively, Corey clamped down on it. What shocked the
shit out of me was how his entire body seemed to relax as he suckled.
I was fucked. Well and truly screwed with this one.
I slid my free hand around to the nape of his neck, massaging lightly as I drew his head to my
chest.
“When you stop overthinking, you know this is right,” I observed. It was a statement, not a
question. “You’re beautiful when you let go, Corey. Let me catch you.”
There were a million questions in his eyes when he looked up at me. I didn’t make a big deal of
the fact my thumb was still in his mouth. There were so many other things I’d love to see between his
lips. My fingers as he slicked them before I opened him. My cock thrusting all the way to the back of
his throat. Hell, part of me wanted to see what he’d do if I insisted on relaxing together, with his head
on my lap and my flaccid dick resting in his mouth. He’d never admit it, but I’d lay money he’d take
any of those options.
He sucked harder, drawing my entire thumb into his mouth. His tongue circled my skin and he
hummed, turning slightly so he could grind against my leg. As much as it pained me, I pushed him
away. Both of us still had to get through opening night, and if we were going to do this, I wouldn’t
touch him until he gave me permission. After that, all bets were off.
“I want you to help me tonight, Corey.” I pulled my hand away from his mouth so he could answer.
“Can you do that?”
“Help you with what?” he asked. The way he kept sucking his lip into his mouth and releasing it
pleased me. It meant he’d realized I didn’t want him biting his lip and he was trying to obey.
“Will you be my boy?” God, my request sounded so much like a tween asking their crush to go
steady.
“Just for tonight?”
“That would be a good start, I think.” I dragged my still damp thumb over his cheekbone. “After,
