Page 8 of Curious

“See? I knew you’d like that.” Owen’s voice was deep. Determined. “So do I. And I know I could get better with a little practice.”

“Trust me, you don’t need to get any better.”

“I’m a competitive man.”

“We’re even. Let’s call it even.”

He nodded, his lips quirking in a sideways smile. “Fine. But we’re still not done.”

Sexy as hell and stubborn as a mule.

“Owen, man, think about this.” Even as he said the words again Jeremy shivered with an aftershock of pleasure.

He wants more.

“You keep saying that. I have. I told you. You can be worried about tomorrow, but I’m not. We’ve known each other a long damn time. Been friends a long damn time. This isn’t going to change that.”

Was he really that naïve? “This always changes things.”

Owen frowned. “Fine. Then we’ll deal with it. But not tonight.”

He stood and held out his hand without another word. Jeremy hesitated. He wanted more too. He wanted everything, but there were some things he wouldn’t let Owen tempt him into. Some things there could be no coming back from. But he could have him. Just for one night, he could have more of him.

Owen wanted it. Was asking for it. And no one else would ever know.

Sucking his cock had made Owen hard again.

Jeremy stood beside him, stepping out of his pants and letting himself be led down the hall to the bedroom.

He couldn’t say no.

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