Page 66 of Unexpectedly Wanted
He blinked for a moment, brows pulling together in concentration.
“Would your stuff be there?”
“Do you want me to leave some stuff here?” I couldn’t hide the shock from my tone. I was all prepared to have Milo packing up my shit for me the moment his parents pulled out of the driveway. Plus, I knew how oddly he reacted to the stuff that was supposed to be in my apartment not being there when I’d brought him to my place. I figured it would make him more comfortable if I had all my things back in their proper places.
“What sense would that make? It’s yours.”
I smiled. Adorable, clueless Milo.
“Are you tired? Or would you like to hang out? Maybe we could do something together,” I suggested instead of answering.
His brows went up in excitement.
“I’m still sore from last night, but I’m up for other things. We could give each other a hand job. Or trade off blowing each other. Last time it was good, but I’d like to be able to enjoy sucking you and not worry about coming too quickly. Plus, I’d really like it if I could watch you while you’re taking mine.”
“Fuck,” I muttered. Had I created a monster, or was he like this before and I had no clue? “All of that sounds great, Mi, but that wasn’t where I was going with that.”
“Oh…” He blinked at me. “Then I don’t understand.”
Suddenly, I didn’t either. I couldn’t think of anything other than his mouth on me. His hands touching me. His lustful gaze turned on me.
I cleared my throat.
I wanted those things, but I wanted more too.
“I have an idea,” I said.
And without another word, I walked out of the room. I knew it would drive him crazy not knowing what my idea was, but thinking about him confused and almost fuming over the fact that I’d left him hanging was worth it.
Downstairs, I retrieved my PS5 and grabbed up the controllers. Then I carried it back to the bedroom. Milo had a decent-sized TV in there, which would be perfect for this. Milo had put his glasses back on and was sitting at the end of the bed as if he were at least a little excited. There was just something about him in those black sleep pants and light blue shirt. He looked cute and welcoming. He looked like the best thing to come home to after a long day. He looked like every dream of the future I’d ever had.
“You’re going to play something?” he asked, as I began to hook the system up to the TV.
“We’regoing to play something,” I corrected.
“I don’t think I’ll be good at anything. I’m not a video game kind of nerd.”
I smiled at him over my shoulder, then said, “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.”
“I don’t want you to go easy on me,” he muttered, but I heard it.
“Oh shit. Did you just make a sex joke?” I asked, voice full of surprise.
“Yes, that’s what that was.” Then he smiled. It was small and so damn adorable.
“I can’t even with you,” I told him, laughter in my tone. “Anyway. I meant we’ll play something easy. I have a few games I bet you’ll think are fun.”
“Like what?” he asked. I rolled my eyes at him. He just had to know everything. Couldn’t even wait five minutes.
“I bet you don’t like surprises. Am I right?” I asked as I held a controller out for him.
He eyed it but didn’t reach for it.
“No, I most certainly do not like surprises,” he told me. He still didn’t make a move to take the controller.
“You don’t need to be scared of it,” I said as I set it down on the bed beside his knee.
“I’m not,” he said, and I chuckled under my breath. Grabbing the other controller, I set it next to the one on the bed. He promptly snatched it up, and it instantly clicked for me. “I don’t understand why you would have a red controller. It doesn’t match.”
