Page 77 of The Boyfriend Gamble

“Okay, enough talking about work, trees, and my mother.” I mock winced.

He laughed.

We switched spots—he entered the washroom, and I poked around this main floor, eyeing the stairs upward.Do I dare take him to the bedroom? What would make him most comfortable?All the while I mentally rubbed my hands in glee. I hadn’t imagined we might get a second date when I’d shown up for badminton this morning. I’d just hoped he wouldn’t be freaked out.

Clearly, he wasn’t.

He emerged from the bathroom a moment later, his hands gripping each other.

I moved toward him. “Your pace and you can saynoat any time.”

“Yeah. Consent’s a thing.”

“Yep.” I grinned. “Bedroom? Living room? Home office? Give you a good memory for when you’re doing paperwork?”

“No.” His wide eyes assured me he didn’t have the daydream of being sucked off with someone under his desk. “I think…is my bedroom okay?”

“It’s fine. But first…” Again, I moved toward him—carefully giving him every chance to pull back.

He stepped forward.

I ran my hands up his chest, then wrapped one arm around his neck and brought him to me for a kiss. Where I expected hesitation, though, I didn’t get it. The moment our lips touched, his mouth opened and, with my littleohof surprise, he thrust his tongue into my mouth.

Naturally, I welcomed his tongue. I hadn’t expected dominance, but he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against him.

Our tongues parried.

My cock stiffened against his.

We held on with a desperation—at least on my part—that I hadn’t expected. Once I’d realized we would be having more fun, I’d sort of thought maybe something quick. Or light.

But this?

Intense. Super, super, super intense.

His chest rumbled. “We need to take this to my bed.”

“Yeah, I’d agree.”

He grasped my hand.

The contrast was so strong.

Yet I shoved that thought out of my mind. Just because I’d only had one boyfriend, and just because he’d been a redneck, didn’t mean I wasn’t open to all possibilities. I’d had more liberal friends in high school—and many had moved away. As with any small town, I’d discovered, mine had people I didn’t want to associate with. I wasn’t like that.

While I’d ruminated, we’d ascended the stairs and made our way to Cameron’s bedroom.

The soft, pale-green-colored walls suited. His duvet was a matching green with cream throw pillows. Two chairs by the huge window drew my attention. “You must love to sit and read there. Do you get sunlight?”

“I do. Nothing more enjoyable on a Sunday morning.” He pressed against my back, his erection brushing my ass.

After making a note to check out the pile of books on his nightstand, I turned in his arms. “What do you want?”

He ducked his head.

I tipped his chin. “It’s okay to be honest and just say you want me to blow you. Because I’m all kinds of down for that.”

“But I should reciprocate.”

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