Page 84 of Full Service

But he’s sure done something with that scowl and that grumpy demeanor. How he always says that he’s not going to do something and then does it anyways. He’s a walking contradiction, and I’m half in love with him for it.

“Did you bring me flowers?” he asks, still not moving from his place bent over the couch.

“I did,” I say and then wet my lips.

“You trying to romance me, Mr. Winslow?”

“You know it,” I say, setting them down on the small table before striding toward him. I’ll make sure to put them in water before we go to bed. I don’t want them wilting on me.

“But romancing can wait because goddamn, look at you,” I say, my voice going all raspy when I take in how hot he is. Goddamn, I’m a lucky man. So glad I got to him before LoveJoy could entice him with those ribbons.

The tips of his ears turn pink as he turns his gaze forward and arches his hips up slightly.

“Eager for it, huh?” I say as I start to strip. My clothes fall to the floor as I advance, and as soon as my hands land on his hips, I see that the fish tank has been covered up. Good choice, Silas. Good fucking choice. We don’t need a dramatic fish ruining this for us.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say I’m eager,” Silas replies with a huff. “I’m a grown man. I have patience.”

But even as he says it, he wiggles that ass, trying to get me to hurry up. Pfft, he has the patience of a gnat.

It’s fucking glorious.

My cock weeps as I drag it along his crack, loving the way he grumbles his impatience.

“You’re such a liar,” I say as I slide a finger into him, testing out how wet he really is. It slips in easily, which means he’s prepped well. I don’t need to do anything but push my dick inside of him. Not that I do. I want to tease him until he’s full-on grumpin’ at me. I want him to scowl and demand I give it to him.

“I’m not a liar. I’m the most truthful being on the planet.”

I scoff at that and then slap his ass with my free hand, my finger still working in and out of him.

“Did you just spank me?” he gasps, and I grin, doing it again. The sound of my palm bouncing off his ass cheek makes me hornier than I ever thought I could be. But then again, Silas just does things to me.

All the parts of me.

My cock and my heart.

“You were being a bad boy. You deserved it,” I say and then spank him a third time.

He gasps and turns his gaze over his shoulder to glower at me.

“I’m not a boy.”

“Hm, but wouldn’t you say you’re my boy?”

“I am thirty-five.”

“Thirty-six,” I correct him, and his lips turn down further.

“Thank you for reminding me,” he grunts, and I half-expect him to move away in frustration, but instead, he just wiggles his butt, enticing me.

“Anytime, old man. Still have a nice body for being near death,” I tell him, and he huffs a laugh.

“Even in my prime, I looked nothing like you,” he says, his gaze raking over me.

My head grows ten times too big for my body at his words. “Aw, you mean it?”

“You know exactly how good you look, Mr. Winslow. Now fuck me.”

I eye that ass, that hole, and wet my lips.

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