Page 32 of Bull's Boy

“It’s okay. I just… I think we should talk some more first.” He pinched his lower lip between his teeth, trying to figure out how to word what he wanted to say, and Bull made a low sound in his throat. “What was that for?”

“You, chewing on that lip four inches from my face.”

“Oh.” For some reason, his face started to heat, but he couldn’t stop his smile either. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to tease you.”

“I can handle it,” Bull said, letting out a slow breath and leaning back against the couch.

Malcolm frowned. If he could handle it, why was he putting space between them? Maybe… Did he want Malcolm to get off his lap?

Flustered, he lifted his hands off Bull’s shoulders and glanced to either side of him, trying to figure out how to dismount and wondering how women always looked so graceful doing stuff like this. “Sorry, I should… I didn’t… I can move.”

“You don’t have to move, baby boy. Consider my lap your fucking throne. You can sit on it whenever you please.”

Heat punched through him, lighting him up and burning away his reservations. No one spoke to him like that. No one had ever treated him as precious. No one could turn his muscles to liquid with a few words. Until this man came along and blew up everything he’d known about himself.

“Fuck,” he whispered, then fell on Bull and locked their mouths together once more.

CHAPTER NINE

The boy in his lap was temptation personified.

Bull couldn’t help kissing back, dipping his tongue inside that warm mouth he was already addicted to. Malcolm was plastered all down his front, a tiny, needy lapful of gorgeousness, and he was making the sexiest little whimpering sounds as he clung to Bull, fingers grasping at the back of his head and neck. But Bull kept his hands to himself, laying his arms on the back of the couch and gripping the cushions.

His cock was throbbing with a heartbeat of its own, but he forced himself to break their mouths apart. “I thought—” Malcolm chased after him, forcing the rest of his sentence to come out muffled against his lips. “—you wanted to talk?”

Malcolm sucked on his lower lip. “I do, yeah. We… we should do that.”

“Baby boy, you are sending mixed messages,” he mumbled, then gently bit him.

Gasping, Malcolm sat back a little, touching his lip. “You bit me.”

“Just a tiny nip,” Bull said, staring at his damp mouth. Fuck, he wanted more, wanted to get that mouth on his dick again, wanted to lick every inch of Malcolm’s body.

He just… wanted.

He took a deep breath and met Malcolm’s eyes, which were a little hazy, pupils dilated. Not a lot less distracting. “We should finish the conversation we were having outside.”

Malcolm sat back fully, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, you’re right. I didn’t just come to apologize. I thought… Well, you see I… The thing is…”

Bull started chuckling; he couldn’t help himself. The annoyed frown he got in response was adorable. “Sorry, go ahead.”

Except… Malcolm just slumped and shook his head. “I don’t know where to start.”

His instincts were screaming at him to help, to comfort, and he decided to listen to them, praying they wouldn’t steer him wrong or scare off the sweet boy in his lap. Slowly, he cupped Malcolm’s cheek, giving him plenty of time to tell him to stop or move back. He didn’t. Instead, he let out a quiet breath and leaned into the touch, eyes falling shut.

“Can you tell me what parts you enjoyed last night?”

“All of it.”

Bull grinned, his ego loving that answer. “How about what you liked best?”

Dark blue eyes peeked a look at him. “The way you talked to me,” he whispered, cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. “And, um, knowing it was me that was turning you on.”

Bull traced beneath his lower lip. “I liked talking to you that way too. I could tell how much you liked hearing what a good job you were doing. Praising you is easy, baby. And you never have to worry about turning me on.”

Malcolm furrowed his brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you turn me on just by existing. You can smile at a customer, and I’ll start to get hard. When you laugh, I have to leave the room until I can calm myself down.” At Malcolm’s disbelieving look, Bull shrugged. “It’s true. I’m aware of you whenever you’re near me, and I have to work not to stare at you the whole time.”

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