Page 78 of The Boyfriend Gamble

I pressed my index finger to his lips. “There’s no should—either in the bedroom, or anywhere else in my life. I give. If, one day, you feel like reciprocating, that’s great. If this is a one and done, I’ll be disappointed, but I won’t make things awkward. You’re my badminton buddy.”

“Who couldn’t remember your name.” He bit his lower lip.

I burst out laughing. “I took that as a compliment—that your mind was so blown you couldn’t help yourself. I might’ve also chalked it up to you being drunk. I shouldn’t have—”

He pressed a finger to my lips. “There is no should—either in the bedroom or elsewhere in my life.” He hesitated. “Well, in my professional life, there are plenty of them. I have ethical obligations that require me to do certain things.”

“Which we are not going to discuss now, if it’s okay with you.” I grinned. “Although just hearing you speak turns me on. You have such a sexy, resonant voice. Makes my balls tighten and my cock harden.”

His jaw dropped open.

I pressed a kiss to his lightly stubbled jaw.

Clearly, he hadn’t shaved this morning.

He pressed our foreheads together. “I don’t know how to do this.”

Without an iota of a doubt, I believed him. Whether he meant blow jobs in general, or men in particular, I was taking him way out of his comfort zone.

“How about you pull back that lovely duvet, position yourself in the middle of the bed with some comfy pillows behind your head, and loosen your khakis?”

“Won’t they get creased?”

Right. “Well, you can take them off. Or I can just drop to my knees here and we repeat last—”

“I want to see you.” His voice came out husky. Needy.

“Do you have pajama bottoms? We’re not planning to go out again, so how about you get undressed? Then you’re comfortable.” I would’ve been happy with naked, but I didn’t want to push my luck.

His eyes lit, those pupils nearly blown in the gray light. When I’d glimpsed the window, I’d noted the snow falling heavier.

“Yeah, okay.” He made a beeline for the walk-in closet.

I put my phone on the nightstand so if Taryn called, I’d be able to take the call. I hoped didn’t we’d get a foot of snow while I was blowing Cameron.

The lasagna.

I pictured the countdown timer, did some quick calculations, and set my phone for what I figured would be a couple minutes early. I couldn’t be certain if Cameron set the timer to let him know or if it would cut the heat. Regardless, I didn’t want burnt lasagna.

Although I’d totally eat it.

“Like this?” Cameron emerged wearing—

“I’m not allowed to laugh, right?”

He rolled his eyes. “A gag gift from Tanner and Kade last Christmas. I’d somehow mentioned I still had the same pair of pajamas from university—and how they were falling apart. I totally would’ve worn them until theyactuallyfell apart but…”

The thermal shirt was a bright, bright, bright red.

The pants were white and covered with… I advanced. “Are those reindeers, uh, fucking?”

“Gay reindeer.”

“Oh my God, I want a pair.”

“I’m certain I can arrange that.” He rolled his eyes.

I pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’m going to enjoy blowing you ten times more knowing naughty reindeer are watching me.”

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