I kissed him deeply. “What if I promised you a really nice surprise if you get up and get dressed?”
His hand roamed over my bare ass cheeks. “What kind of surprise?”
“The sexy kind,” I replied.
He held my ass and rolled his hips. “You’re one hundred percent naked. That’s as sexy as it gets.”
Damn, this man was good for my ego. “Please? I promise you won’t regret it.”
“I don’t regret a single thing when it comes to you,” he said. He kissed me again and then lifted his hands so I could move. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
My inner femme boy squealed. “Just go get dressed in something nice for the club and meet me in the living room.”
His blue eyes sparkled with delight. “I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR
ZACH
The anticipation of what Miguel had planned had my cock in a semi-hard state the entire time I was getting dressed. I’d gotten a few new button-down shirts to wear out since I moved in with Miguel. I pulled out the cobalt blue one that the salesperson said made my eyes pop. I figured Miguel would like it since he seemed to like blue. I pulled on my black jeans and motorcycle boots and rolled up the sleeves of my shirt to emphasize my forearms.
I stopped by the bathroom to look in the mirror and was surprised by what I saw. I looked happier, less tired. The dark circles that usually underscored my eyes were barely visible. Was this what one week of dating Miguel did for me? Well, it was probably that combined with my new job, which made me feel lighter than I had in years.
I wandered into the living room and sat at my keyboard, playing the songs I knew by heart. I’d just finished playing “Take Me to Church” by Hozier when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see Miguel standing there and, holy shit. My breath caught in my throat. He wore a dark-blue vest highlighted with black accents over a snow-white dress shirt. But it was no ordinary vest. It was cinched in at the waist, accentuating his slender, toned body. He smirked when he realized I was speechless and turned around to show me that the back of the vest was laced up like a corset. Itwasa corset.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed. My cock went rock hard so fast I got dizzy. I rose and went over to him. “You look fantastic.” I ran my hands up his sides, feeling the stiff boning in the corset vest. “This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” I slid my hands over his ass, liking the feel of the soft fabric of his pants. I also felt a distinct lack of a panty line. “Are you commando?”
He shook his head. “Not quite.” He moved in closer to me, draping his arms around my neck. He whispered, “I’m wearing a black silk thong.”
I didn’t think my dick could get any harder. I was wrong. I pulled his hips against mine and growled, “I want to fuck you over the couch in that vest with your thong just pulled aside so your cock is still trapped behind the silk.”
Miguel drew in a stuttering breath. “Damn, Zach. Since when did you get all growly and kinky?”
I took his mouth in a deep, ravishing kiss. “Since you showed me how good sex can be.”
He snuggled into me and rested his head against my chest. “You say the nicest things.”
“You deserve to have nice things said about you,” I countered. “You’re a good person. You’re sweet and caring. You always do your best to help people, even people who don’t necessarily deserve it.”
He smiled contentedly. “That’s it. I’m keeping you forever.”
“You won’t get any argument from me.” I drew back a little to look down at his face. “You’ll need to fix your makeup if we’re still going out. I messed you up a little bit.”
He slid his hand down my chest. “I’m hoping you’ll mess me up a lot more when we get back.”
“Count on it.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE
ZACH
We stumbled into our apartment, tongues tangled, hands pulling on inconvenient clothing. As soon as the door shut behind us, I locked it and growled, “Pants off. Leave the vest and the thong.”
Miguel gave me a sultry smile and sashayed into the living room, the sway of his hips calling me to strip him and fuck him right then. Instead, I made a detour to our bedroom to get lube and condoms.
Paradise nightclub had been hell. Don’t get me wrong, Albert was awesome as usual. The crowd was fun because a bunch of Miguel’s friends showed up. The dancing, however, was torture. Having Miguel so close, grinding against me, drove me crazy. I couldn’t remember ever being this turned on by someone I was dating.
I stripped out of my clothes and strode into the living room, buck naked. I stopped short when I saw Miguel kneeling on the sofa, hands clutching the back, his back arched beautifully to present his gorgeous ass. The black silk thong was obscenely stretched over his rigid cock, the thin string holding it together hugging his narrow hips and disappearing into his crease. He still had the corset vest on over his white dress shirt, and I wanted to devour him.
