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ThenFelixtook his shirt off andIhad something else to think about.
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ProfXFebruary25, 9:34pm
@everyoneOMG, did anyone else get a message fromFelixon the dating app trying to apologize?
TyTyFebruary25, 9:37pm
Justchecked.Ihave one.Hewants the glitter bombs to stop, lol.Shouldwe reply?
ShawnNotRonFebruary25, 9:40pm
Hecan rot in hell.Ivote no reply.
ConradFebruary25, 9:43pm
Agreed.Noreply
GaiaGarrettFebruary25, 9:44pm
[no reply is a replyGIF]
ConVinceDFebruary25, 9:44pm
Ialso vote no reply
AndyWhoIronsFebruary25, 9:46pm
Fuckhim.Noreply
CHAPTER9
FELIX
MAY
Malcolmtelling meIwas gorgeous was everything my ego had ever needed and more.Wineor not, holding his hand across the table had shut down the little voice telling me casual sex with a client was a bad idea.
Heck, casual sex with anyone was usually more trouble than it was worth.ButMalcolmwas a hot silver fox who pushed all of my buttons.Imight be looking for a boyfriend, butIdidn’t have to be celibate untilIfound one.
Iignored the other little voice, the one telling me maybeMalcolmcould be the boyfriendI’dbeen waiting for.
Iwas wary of stumbling intoMalcolmand knocking him over, soIwas relieved whenIgot him to sit on the bed.Ididn’t really know how to do a seductive striptease, but the candlelight helped me feel sexy enough to remove my clothes and let him look his fill.
Imust’ve done a decent job because as soon as my pants were offMalcolmunzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. “Damn,Felix, come here.”
Isauntered over, swinging my hips.Astray sock made my left foot slide out from under me a few inches, butIrecovered.Malcolmpulled me between his legs.Igasped when he tongued one of my nipples and rubbed his beard into my chest.
Damn,that beard.Ihoped to feel it between my legs before the night was over.Ishifted restlessly.
“Malcolm, you’re wearing too many clothes.”Sure, he’d taken his cock out, butIwanted to see everything, or at least as much asIcould in the candlelight.
Hehesitated, but then he released me.Hescooted back onto the bed and, acting like nothing noteworthy was happening,Itugged off his jeans and boxers.AndthenIlooked.
Inmy peripheral visionIwas aware thatMalcolm’sright leg was less muscular than his left and there was scarring above and below his knee.Butmy eyes were riveted onMalcolm’scock, which was even more yummy-looking against his naked skin.Itwas perfect.Longand thick, but not too much of either.Andwith an intriguing curve that in the right position might just hit my prostate dead on.
“It’sawful, isn’t it?”
