Page 79 of Kiss Me Honey Hone

Aaron stared him down a fraction too long before standing. “Fine. What time do you get home?”

Kenny’s chest rose with a deep inhale. “Six.”

“Perfect. I’ve got pole dancing from four to five.”

Aaron turned to leave, but the office was too small for a clean exit and his leg bashed Kenny’s knee, the contact sending a shock through him. Kenny didn’t move either, trapping Aaron in the small space, and the heat in Kenny’s gaze stole the air from his lungs, making it impossible to move, impossible to think.

“Pole dancing at four, you say?”

“That’s right. Every Tuesday. Dance studio two. The one with the windows overlooked by the gym.”

Kenny chuckled. “Now I get why Tuesdays are so popular in there.”

Aaron reached for the door, but before opening it, he glanced back. Kenny’s eyes were trailing over him, loitering at his hips, his legs, hisarse.

Aaron smirked and pointed to the chair. “That’s mine.”

“Am I meant to ask my students to stand during one-to-ones?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe I’ll get them to kneel.”

“Then your student cohort will drastically reduce.”

“Get to class, Aaron.”

“Get to work, doc.”

With a grin, Aaron snuck out, facing the administration office, all of them oblivious to the exchange that had Aaron’s heart pounding with promise.

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Kennydidn’tmeet him at the gym. As much as he probably wanted to go perv on Aaron while he pole danced, he must have had some moral compass and chose not to. It was bad enough he was there, in the dark, waiting in his car for him. But should anyone notice, there were a thousand and one reasons to give a lift to a student.

A thousand and one.

The one being because they were sleeping together.

Aaron rushed over the lawn toward the car park, bag slung on his shoulder, still in his workout gear. Kenny, waiting for him in the driver’s seat of his Discovery, was a sight Aaron would walk over hot coals for. Kenny started the engine as Aaron clambered into the passenger side and his distinct scent of aftershave meshed with sweat and musk did nothing to aid his mind in staying where it should. It was as if now they’d crossed that line and had a taste of each other, the mere sight of him had Aaron’s dick hungry for more.

Aaron stroked his hair back. “Can I shower at yours?”

Kenny looked straight ahead as if he, too, couldn’t temper his reactions. “Sure.”

They drove back to Kenny’s in silence. As if they were both waiting for the right moment to address what they needed to. Once home, Aaron went straight to the shower, hoping Kenny would join him. He didn’t. Instead, he prepared dinner and when Aaron came back down, hair wet and pushed back, in his jogging bottoms and tee, bare feet, Kenny gestured to the kitchen table.

Aaron tucked himself under and picked up his fork, sniffingthe pasta dish as Kenny poured out a glass of white wine for each of them, dumping the open bottle on the table.

“Heard anymore from DI Bellend?” Aaron asked, shovelling in the utterly delicious sun dried tomato and lemony pasta shells. “God, you can cook.”

“Not a compliment when all you eat is super noodles.”

“Hey, I used to have Fridays as my day to cook for the residents of Rainbow House in Woolwich. Got top ratings every time. Was number one on the leader board.”

“You had a leader board?”

“Yeah. The staff gave us a budget, and we got rated for taste, nutritional value and cost per head. And that’s per person, notgivinghead, you dirty fucker. But we both know I’d be top of that board, too.”

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