Page 22 of A Stealthy Situation

“I just wanted to sit next to you.” He holds up his hands like he’s been busted. “And I’m still all for that dinner date, uh, platonically.”

“Fuck, did I misread things.” I’m expecting him to do the awkward duck out, but Harrison stays put.

He’s still grinning. “You were really into me, huh?”

“Duh. You’re hot.”

“What did you think would happen up here?”

“Not gonna lie, blow jobs would have been my first pick.”

Seeing that huge frame on his knees for me, cap swung backward, soft eyelashes fanned out over his cheeks …

“Damn it.” My stupid cock is getting stupid hard.

“What was the first thing you noticed about me? Go.”

I cut him a look. “What?”

“Well, there had to be something. Let’s call it research.”

“You wanna know what I was attracted to?”

“Sure, doesn’t everyone?”

I turn to face him, elbow still propped on the window, while I try to figure out if he’s for real or is just baiting me to earn a punch to the face. “Seriously?”

“It’s as good of a conversation as any.”

I know what the real answer is: his friendly confidence. Sure, I’d noticed how hot he is first, but that would have been easy enough to ignore if he hadn’t acted like we were already best of friends. Still, I want to test this supposed coolness.

“Those blow job lips. Sorry to tell you this, but they were made for sucking dick.”

His mouth hangs open for a second. “Like you can talk. Your lips are like little pillows, dude.”

That shocks some of the disappointment from me. “Pillows? That was a gay thing to say.”

“Which is how you know it’s true. If I even noticed them, then yes. They’re big.”

“What else did you notice?”

“That someone likes to be complimented.”

That almost makes me laugh. “Wanna give me more?”

“It would actually be easy to give you a lot, but I’m not going to risk them going to your head.”

“Too late.” Just knowing there’s a lot makes me feel good. “Thanks for not freaking out and being a dick. It’s happened before.”

“Shit. I’m sorry. It’s not something you should be thanking anyone for though, like, fuck. Wires get crossed all the time. I did ask you out on a date, after all.”

“True.” I debate whether to push my luck. “Just let me know where and when.”

“This week sometime.” Harrison’s gaze catches on something. “No way. Is that Jell-O wrestling?”

“Sure is. Wanna go watch the hot chicks go at it?”

“Nah, I want a turn. You in?”

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