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“I can accept Baz in your life, and the physical affection that comes with it, but he can’t have sex with you again.”
“Same.”
Paris cocked his head adorably. “Huh?”
“Baz is going to try to fuck you because we always share everything. I know it’ll be hard, but you have to turn him down because this time I’m not sharing.”
“Why will it be hard?”
“It’s okay, Paris. You don’t have to pretend. I know Baz and I look alike, but everyone knows that he’s the hot one and that I’m the weird one.”
“Vix.” Paris took me by the arms, and it was just shy of hurting. “I don’t want to have sex with Baz, and you two look nothing alike. You are easily a hundred times better looking than him. There’s no contest.”
Because I’m me, I asked, “Can we be fucking now?”
What was I supposed to say after the hottest man alive said the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me?
Paris’s answer would have been clear to a dead man. He scooped me up and carried me through a door near the bunny cage, took us up a flight of stairs, and set me down in what appeared to be a combination office and bedroom.
“I sleep here sometimes when an animal needs more attention. Like if they’re new, or sick, or…” Paris trailed off sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. “This isn’t a hook up spot, or anything. I don’t really do that.”
Paris turned so red that I was struck with the craziest thought.
Was Paris a virgin?
Did I even know what to do with one of those?
Duh, the answer was yes, obviously.
Ride him hard until he popped like a champagne bottle, rinse, and repeat.
Chapter11
Paris
“You’ve had sex before, right?” Vix stared at me like I’d just told him I had a herd of unicorns in the back parking lot.
“I’m a healthy, sex-positive, twenty-six-year-old gay man, Vix. I’ve had sex.” It had been a while though. For the past year, I’d been so caught up in my duties that I hadn’t had the energy to find a regular sex friend. It had been months since I’d even had a hook-up.
“You’re gay?! That’s awesome!”
I didn’t know what to say in response to that, so I looked down at the obvious tent in my jeans, then at him, and then back at my cock again. Vix’s smarts bailed out on him in the oddest ways, but I didn’t mind. It meant that he wasn’t hopelessly out of my league.
Finally, I landed on asking, “Was I being too subtle? Because I thought the proposing and the making out was—”
“No, no, you were fine. I wasn’t sure and didn’t want to assume. You could be bi, or pan, or demi. I’m kind of glad you aren’t pan because now I only have to be jealous of other men instead of everyone in the world. That would have been exhausting!”
I couldn’t wrap my head around Vix feeling the need to be jealous of other people when I was clearly the winner in the relationship. He was giving up an entire harem of men for me, and all I had was a crap-ton of animal friends that I got to keep.
One of those things was not like the other.
“Vix, you have nothing to be jealous of. I don’t want anyone else. Besides, it’s not like there are people out there knocking down my door to be with me. You don’t need to worry at all.”
“Are you serious? And they sayIneed a keeper… Paris do you really not see all of the—no, you know what? I’m going to keep this to myself for my own sanity. You just focus on loving me all the time, and we’ll be great.”
Then Vix was climbing me like a tree, and because I’m not a moron, I let him.
I supported his tiny, perfect ass with my hands and enjoyed the way his hot little body tried its best to fuse itself with mine. Vix was an aggressive kisser. All tongue, teeth, and fireworks. It was like his small body could barely contain the passion inside, and if he didn’t share the energy with me, he might die.
