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As I’m contemplating reminding him that my future life requires my lungs to function, he shifts his weight off me. He carefully withdraws from me.
Any smart-ass comment I’m brewing is wiped immediately away by the look in his eyes. I’ve never had any guy look at me like this after sex. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone look at me like this, ever.
He runs a finger down the side of my cheek.
“You are…” He trails off.
“I’m what?” I ask.
He continues to stare at me, not saying anything.
“Come on, you can’t leave a guy hanging,” I say.
“You are perfect.” His voice is hoarse. He clears his throat before he speaks again. “Absolutely perfect.”
Warmth floods my chest.
And I know it’s probably just the post-orgasmic glow that causes his words, but right now, at this moment, I’m going to take them.
Chapter 11
Dustin
Pulling back from Jeremy lasted two days because there was no way I could turn him down when he appeared on my doorstep with an expression halfway between hopeful and hurt.
Besides, it’s not his fault I’m struggling with this thing between us.
He’s stuck to the script of friends with benefits perfectly. I’m the one who carries on blurring the lines.
And I get the feeling I’ve just blurred them even further because that was…fuck…I don’t even have the words to describe what that was between us.
What the hell am I going to do?
I decide Future Dustin can worry about that because, currently, I want to enjoy the feeling of Jeremy in my arms. I kiss his warm, smooth shoulder, loving how we’re so intertwined that I can feel his heart slowing down against my skin.
“So, remind me why we’ve been having sex in my pokey office when you work from home and appear to have a perfectly functioning bed,” he says.
“Because office sex is hot,” I say, kissing down his neck.
“Office sex is hot,” he concedes. “But it turns out bed sex has some perks too.”
“There are definitely some perks to having a horizontal surface,” I agree as I finally manage to wrench my lips away from his skin.
He turns over and props himself up on one elbow to give me a coquettish look. “I’m definitely not as experienced when it comes to guys as you, but that blew my mind.”
This is one of the things I like so much about Jeremy, how open and honest he is. How he says exactly what he’s thinking.
“What do you mean you’re not as experienced as me?”
“Well, I was a late bloomer in the gay world, you know? Definitely one of the last cabs off the rank. And it’s not like there are an excess of places to park my cab around here if you get what I mean. Or am I stretching the metaphor too far?”
“You’re possibly stretching it slightly too far.” I lean in to kiss him again. It appears I can’t stop this compulsion to kiss Jeremy. Luckily, he seems prepared to indulge me. His plush lips kiss me back sweetly.
But his words play in my mind as we kiss. I hate that Jeremy thinks he’s inadequate in any way.
When we finally withdraw from each other, I lock my gaze on his. “Trust me, Jeremy, even if you were a late bloomer, you’re definitely making up for it now.”
A sexy smirk overtakes his face. “Are you saying I’m currently blooming spectacularly?”
