My dick jerked, plumping when he leveled a glare my way. Not that it hadn’t gone half hard when I noticed him outside my door.
“I told you I could feed myself.”
“Well, then next time this happens, you can pony up the cash.”
“There won’t be a next time.”
“Then consider it my treat. Or if you’re dead set on evening things up, you can buy me a drink the next time we’re at the bar with the team.”
Pink colored his face as he mumbled under his breath.
“I didn’t catch that.”
“You weren’t supposed to.”
“Alright. I’m going to shower and change. Money for the food is on the island. Feel free to turn on the TV.”
Leaving him standing in my living room, I made my way to the bedroom, pulling off clothes as I went. At the door, I glanced over my shoulder, smirking when I caught him staring at my naked back.
His face colored further, reminding me what it looked like when we fucked. How his body flushed, the more turned on he became. I wanted to experience that again, but he seemed locked in the closet today.
Unbuttoning my pants, I pushed them and my briefs over my ass and down my legs, bending slightly. His eyes light up like fireworks in a starless sky. Smirking, I bent in half, gifting him a view of my ass.
With his eyes glued to my ass, he licked his lips. I reached back and spread my cheeks, showing him my hole.
“See something you like?” I asked.
Thankfully, I was bendy and could still see him from the awkward position.
No response other than the bobbing of his Adam’s apple that I could see from half a room away. I stood and turned around, my dick bobbing in the air. I raised my arms out to my sides to display myself fully.
“How about now?”
CHAPTER 9
ALEX
Jesus,he is fucking beautiful.
And was the man insane? Did I see something I liked? Something didn’t cover it. I liked everything about him—from his strong, sharp jaw to his straight nose and pointed chin. He was Boston Black Irish. I’d bet money on it, but he had the face of Adonis.
And his body, fuck me.
Yet another thing he stole from the Greeks I’d seen memorialized in stone. That body did things to my head and cock when fully clothed and not acting like a rent boy. Then there was the smirk that made me want to throat punch him.
Like the one he wore now. I wanted to follow him, so did my cock. It throbbed in my pants so hard it was almost painful. Shaking my head, I sighed, gripping the back of my neck to keep myself in check.
“Umm. I’ll wait here for the food.”
His arms fell. “Alright. I’ll be out in a few. Eat if it gets here before I finish.”
“You’re not worried…”
“No. Not unless there’s a paper trail.”
“Got it.”
He turned, leaving me standing in the middle of his living room, bereft and kicking myself for not taking him up on the offer.
