Hungry. Hell, ravenous.
A dozen steps from the staircase, the bathroom was easy to find. A few minutes of quiet and some splashes of cold water on my face would help me get back on track. I opened the door and stepped inside the large powder room with a wall-mounted white stone sink and gold fixtures. A large round mirror hung over the sink.
I shouldn’t have peeked. I’d have been better off not seeing the tipsy and horny need in my eyes.
“God, I’m fucked up,” I muttered to my image in the mirror.
“You are.”
I jumped so hard, I think my heart stopped for a few seconds.
“Alex,” I said with a gasp as I spun to face him. He stood in the open doorway, chest heaving and eyes blazing.
My eyes widened. I didn’t dare blink as I took him in.
“One time,” he said, narrowing his eyes at me. “One time for each of us. If I come first, you can stay. If you come first, you’re gone. Out of my life. You never come back to Top Shelf, and if you ever see me out, you turn and fucking leave. Deal?”
Holy shit. Holy shit.
My heart kicked into full throttle, waging a battle against my chest wall. “You mean…”
“You go first,” he said, all business as he began unbuttoning his jeans. “Get on your knees.”
My cock filled back up so fast I had to reach for the sink to keep from dropping to my knees and cracking my kneecaps.
“Are you drunk?”
He snorted. “Drunk enough not to care that this is a terrible idea. But not too drunk that I can’t consent and remember it in the morning.”
Well, that answered any questions I had about how he currently felt about me. “Same.”
“I want you gone,” he said, venom dripping from his voice as though I’d done something monstrous to him tonight when I hadn’t spoken a word to him.
He stepped into the powder room, turned, and locked the door. The snick of the locking mechanism dropping into place shot through my body like a bullet straight from the chamber.
Alex’s hands resumed their task of removing his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. “You in?”
I lunged forward, shoving him against the door with a hand on his chest. Who would believe Alex was letting me touch him? Who would believe I was about to have his cock in my mouth?
“Fuck yeah, I’m in,” I whispered against his ear. “And I’m about to give you the best goddamn blow job of your life.”
Before he could fire back with something that would cut me to the quick, I kicked the small rug where I wanted it anddropped to my knees. Alex had his jeans open and was about to slide his hand into his royal blue briefs.
I grabbed his wrist, stilling his movement. “We start like this.” Clothed, so I had the privilege of controlling the reveal of his cock.
His eyes, a darker brown than I’d ever seen and cloudy with lust, flared, but he nodded and withdrew his hand.
“Your watch.” I tilted my head in the direction of his left wrist. “Start the timer.”
“Right.”
If I said it out loud, he’d probably bolt, but I fucking loved that he was so flustered he could barely remember why we were in this position in the first place.
“Three… two… one… go,” he said as he tapped the screen of his old model smartwatch.
I shoved my nose into his groin and inhaled. “Let the game begin.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
