Page 85 of Perfect Night

Sebastian woke up to something warm and wet around his dick. It took him a few seconds to register the telltale bobbing sight under the covers. He wasn’t sure if he had any spunk left after the night before, but Charlie was working his magic and he could already feel the familiar tingling in his balls.

He removed the cover from Charlie’s head. Seeing the man he loved feasting on him with a blissed-out look on his face was something he’d never tire of waking up to. He felt a wet finger press against his hole and automatically tensed. Charlie moved it away immediately and looked up with an apologetic look in his eyes. No, he would not let that man ruin anything else for him. He took hold of Charlie’s hand and sucked his fingers, gettingthem nice and wet before guiding them back to his hole. Charlie was gentle at first, but then pushed one in as he swallowed Sebastian to the hilt. There wasn’t a chance to get a second finger in. A few experimental thrusts later and he was shooting down Charlie’s throat.

He had barely a second to come down from his orgasm before Charlie had his mouth on his. Sebastian could taste himself on Charlie’s tongue. He could feel Charlie jerking himself off, and a few seconds later Sebastian’s chest was covered in gallons of delicious come. Where did it all come from? Sebastian thought he’d wrung enough out of him last night.

“Right, come on. Brunch is in half an hour.”

“It can’t be ten thirty already.”

“It is, because someone wanted to screw until four in the morning.”

“What can I say? I missed you.”

“It was only just over a week. How are you gonna cope when you have to spend two weeks in New York, or God forbid, a month?”

“It won’t be a problem for long. I’m moving here.”

“What?” said Charlie, sitting up.

“I’m moving to London.”

“Since when?”

“Since I just decided. Look, before you jump in with logic and reasoning – which is both hot and irritating by the way – this is a business decision.”

Charlie looked sceptical.

“We can’t find a suitable general manager for the UK, and Deacon can run New York. It makes sense for me to run things here. I need a change as well. I’m bored in New York and the European expansion excites me. I’ll still be CEO; I’ll just be based here.”

“Will you still have to travel?”

“Of course, but you can come with me.”

“Hmm.”

“It’s an order. I’m your boss now, remember?”

“I haven’t signed the contract yet, and I think you’ll find Candice is my boss.”

“She’ll do as she’s told.”

“Really?”

Sebastian laughed. He had a point.

“Look, Charlie. I don’t want it to be weeks between when we see each other. You need to be here for your mum. It’s a no-brainer. Bex agrees.”

“Your sister thinks you should move to London?”

“No, she just thinks it makes sense. She’d prefer me to be in New York, but my nieces have always wanted to come to London. Maybe I should get my own plane. It’ll be easier with all the back and forth.”

“You’re not serious?”

Sebastian laughed before pulling him into a kiss.

“Eww, you’re covered in cold come. And we now have only twenty minutes to get to brunch.”

Sebastian grabbed him tightly, wriggling his come-covered chest against Charlie, as he protested loudly.

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