Page 32 of The Hang Up

CHAPTER9

Joshua

Gettingto touch Brock was a gift. Something I hadn’t known I needed. Something I’d never expected to get.

Something I didn’t deserve.

I’d learned to be ruthless. Use people’s weaknesses, expectations, and needs against them. For my gain. For my company’s gain.

It was difficult to turn that off. One thing Mitch and I had worked on was intentionality. Of course he thought I was too hard on myself—but I was the one who had to live with the consequences of my actions. Of how I’d treated others, including my son. Including Brock.

So now, with Brock, I wanted to be intentional. Give him what he needed. Not make any of it about me.

He hadn’t realized right away as he leaned back against my refrigerator, his body loose, his eyes closed, face flushed. Absolutely gorgeous. I helped him clean up, led him to the sofa, and pulled him onto my lap.

As he nuzzled my neck, I tightened my arms around him. “Joshua?” he asked, his tone sweet. Reverent.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

He leaned his head back, the satisfied smile still in place, as he caught my eye. “You’re a big fat liar.”

I bit back a smile. “Am I?”

“First time, my ass.”

It was impossible not to kiss him right then. “It wasn’t my first time having sex, Brock. I know the basics.”

“But you’ve never touched a man before?” His eyes narrowed. “Because you jacked me off like a pro.”

A laugh burst out of me. “I have experience—”

“Here we go—”

I turned us around so he was lying on the couch and I was positioned over him. “You’re being a brat,” I growled.

“And you’re a lying liar.”

“Maybe I’m just good at everything.” I kissed his neck, unable to resist tasting his skin.

“Stop trying to distract me. I’m thinking of you and Mitch working late—”

“No.”

“A hookup app?”

“No. Stop.” I kissed his mouth, which he allowed for a few intoxicating seconds.

“You’re just naturally good at hand jobs?”

“Well, sweetheart, I have a hand. And a dick. I’ve had practice.” I drew back, needing to see his eyes. Did he really think I was lying about this? “Fine,” I said with a put-upon sigh. “I guess I’ll have to prove it.”

“Prove it? How?”

I grinned down at him. “One inexperienced sloppy blowjob coming up.”

He laughed. A genuine laugh. “Well, I guess if you have to—if it’s that important to you,” he said airily with a wave of his hand. “Go ahead.”

I grabbed his hand and kissed his fingers. “You are a brat. And one day, you will be punished for your impertinence.”

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