“Yeah, it’s a great place to live.” I put in my code to get into the lobby, where several modern art sculptures were displayed. The security guard at the front desk nodded at me as we headed to the elevator and rode it to the twenty-sixth floor. I used the key I’d taken from Luke to unlock the door to my apartment, where motion sensors turned on the living room lights.
There was a small entry foyer where I’d hung a bunch of pictures of friends and family. Greg paused to look at them, and I knew the moment his gaze landed on the picture of an old buddy of mine and me in our police uniforms from fifteen years before. There was a sharp intake of breath, and his body stiffened. His voice was low and gruff when he spoke. “You were a cop? In Belmar?” He turned toward me, his eyes scanning my face. He looked back at the picture and then back at me. “It was you,” he whispered.
I let out a soft sigh. “Yeah, it was me.” I gestured toward my sofa, which faced the sliding glass doors that led out to my terrace. “Let’s sit.”
Greg sat in one corner of the sofa while I sat far enough away that I could turn to face him. His brow was furrowed, but hedidn’t look angry, only confused. “Why didn’t you say anything when we first met?” he asked.
Twelve years ago, I’d pulled Greg over for driving erratically. I’d figured he was drunk. It turned out his boyfriend at the time had beaten the shit out of him, and Greg had been trying to get away. “I wasn’t sure if you didn’t remember or just didn’t want to acknowledge it. Either way, I wasn’t about to go up to you and ask about one of the worst nights of your life.”
Greg didn’t answer right away. He just stared out the window at the city lights. He finally turned to me, and to my surprise, he was smiling. “Yes, it was the worst night of my life. But it was also the best.”
I blinked and stared at him. “How so?”
He moved closer to me. “You pushed me to go to the hospital. You told me I deserved better. That I didn’t have to live that way. And I listened. After having so many other people in my life say the same thing, I finally listened. I got out, and I got help.”
I gave him an answering smile. “And here you are.”
He turned so our knees were touching. “Here I am with the hot cop who helped turn my life around.”
I shook my head. “You did that. I just nudged you in the right direction.” I cleared my throat. “Listen, if all this has put a damper on what we had originally planned, it’s okay. Talking about an abusive ex isn’t very sexy.”
He pulled on his bottom lip with his teeth. “This may sound strange, but I don’t think of it that way. For a long time, I thought about you. I wanted to reach out to thank you. I called the Belmar police department, but they wouldn’t give me any information. The guy on the phone was kind of a dick.”
I grimaced. “If it’s who I think it was, I’m not surprised. A lot of the cops in that station were homophobic. It was because of the way they reacted to your case that I turned in my badge andopened Angel Security. I didn’t want to work with people like that.”
He pointed at me. “That right there is what makes you so sexy.” He put his hand on my shoulder and swung his leg over my lap so he was straddling me. “I’ve been lusting after you since I first saw you in Reilly’s. Everything about you is sexy. I’d like to continue what we started.”
I moved my hands down to his sweet ass and drew him closer. My voice was like gravel when I spoke. “Tell me what you want.”
Greg’s plush lips turned up in a wicked smile. “First, I want to kiss you. I’ve wanted to do that forever.” He rolled his hips, pressing his hard dick against mine. “Then I want you to fuck me with that thick cock until I can’t see straight.”
I gripped his ass tighter. “I am one hundred percent on board with this plan.”
“Finally,” he whispered.
He put his hands on either side of my head and pressed his lips to mine in a hungry kiss. I pulled his hips closer, both of us groaning when our hard shafts ground together. Our tongues tangled as the kiss deepened. I drank down his soft moans until I felt my balls tighten.
I drew back and said, “How about we move this to my bedroom for part two?”
Greg gazed at me through lust-glazed eyes. “You have the best ideas.”
CHAPTER SIX
GREG
I slid off Tony’s lap and stood. It took me a moment to realize my jeans-covered erection was aimed right at his mouth. And what a mouth it was. The man knew how to kiss, that was for sure. I hoped that talent extended to the impressive bulge he was packing. Tony’s smirk told me he knew exactly what I was thinking about.
He rose and held out his hand. “Let’s get to part two.”
The door to Tony’s bedroom was neatly set in the living room wall, so it was almost unnoticeable until you got close to it. The room itself was spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the lights of Manhattan. A hint of light to the east reminded me it was after five in the morning.
My perusal of the skyline was interrupted by the feel of Tony’s big hands on my body. I sighed and relaxed into his touch. He pressed himself against my back while running his hands up my chest, stopping at the top button of my shirt. He leaned in and rumbled in my ear, “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
I hummed and wriggled my ass against his straining erection. “Then maybe you should do something about it.”
His low chuckle sent shivers down my spine. “My pleasure.”
More quickly than I thought possible, he had my shirt unbuttoned and pulled off my shoulders. He dropped the garment to the floor and turned me around. He ran his hands up my naked chest, stopping to elicit a moan from me by tweaking my nipples. “More,” I gasped.
