Page 23 of Once Upon A Valentine
Bran hesitated at the talk of marriage but Gibson only chuckled and squeezed his shoulder.
“You are going to make an honest man out of my friend, Bran. Someday.”
“Someday.” He repeated, his throat tight with emotions he didn’t dare name because the more he thought about it, the more logical and reasonable the suggestion seemed.
Him, married to Jules. He could tie Jules to him so that he could never leave him. They were two halves of a whole. They both already knew that. They loved one another. Marriage would only cement that bond.
Maybe someday was sooner than any of them could imagine.
“I’ll be your best man.” Bran smiled, “It would be my honor.”
Chapter Nine
“Honey, I’m home!”
Julian looked up from his laptop and smiled as Bran came strolling into the apartment. He watched as his boyfriend tossed his suit jacket over the back of a barstool on his way towards him. He had enough time to take in Bran’s broad frame in his well-made suit as he moved through the apartment. It was the navy suit he’d put out for him the night before and the silver striped tie Bran’s big hands were currently jerking from his neck was the one he’d hoped Bran would choose to wear when he’d given him the choice between it or a red one.
He looked gorgeous but Julian always thought he looked gorgeous. Every single time Bran walked through his front door he was reminded how lucky he was that this man was his. It had been three months since the first time he opened his door to find Bran on the other side and yet, he wasn’t sure he would ever get used to the door opening and it being the man of his dreams there in real life.
“Hey!” He cried out when Bran leaned down and picked the laptop up with one hand. “Give that back. I’m working.”
“Gibson works you too hard.” Bran put the laptop aside and then, without a moment of hesitation, slid onto Julian’s lap, straddling him and taking his mouth in a fierce kiss.
Julian moaned, his brain scrambling as Bran pushed his tongue into his mouth and kissed him with the same kind of reckless abandon he always did. Everything Bran did, he did with one hundred percent of his heart. It was one of the things Julian loved most about him.
His hands automatically went to Bran’s face, holding him where he wanted as he took control of the kiss. It was Bran’s turn to moan as Julian sucked his tongue and then nipped at his bottom lip with his teeth. Bran rocked his hips forward, pressing his erection against Julian’s belly but Julian moved his hands to his lover’s waist and held him still as he broke the kiss.
“Speaking of hard.” He teased and Bran chuckled. “That’s one hell of a hello. To what do I owe this impressive greeting?”
“I missed you today.” Bran leaned down until their foreheads were pressed together.
“I missed you too.” Julian smiled, “But I saw you four hours ago when I delivered that packet to the marketing department for Gibson.”
“Exactly. I saw you four hours ago but I couldn’t touch you, couldn’t kiss you, couldn’t even get close enough to smell you.” Bran buried his face in Julian’s neck and groaned, “I hate the no sex at work rule. Let’s change it.”
Julian laughed, “Not a chance.”
“Oh come on Jules, you know you want to bend me over your desk. Let me blow you in the executive bathroom. Spank me in the supply closet. Fuck me in the elevator. Have me stroke you off in the boardroom.”
“Mmm, someone’s imagination is very active.” Julian smirked when Bran leaned back up with a pouty look on his handsome face.
“And someone isn’t being creative enough if those thoughts haven’t crossed his mind.”
“I never said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind.” Julian slid his hand into the short hair at the back of Bran’s head and tightened his grip. “I just said I wouldn’t act on them at the office.”
Bran’s eyes dilated with pure need, “We’re not at the office anymore.”
“No. We’re not.” Julian’s smile was slow and deliberate, “Do you want to get creative with me?”
“Yes, please.” Bran’s grin was wicked and wanting.
Julian paused and looked at his watch, “We have dinner reservations in an hour.”
“Cancel them.”
“Can’t. They’re not ours. We’re having dinner with Gibson and Felix.”
“Cancel.” Bran repeated, this time with a whine.
