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“Damn, golden boy. I don’t think I’ve ever come like that. I thought I was going to black out.”
Carefully, I turned around, keeping hold of him and leaning my back against the wall. I pulled him into me, wrapping him in my arms, savoring the feel of him.
“That was…that was…wow.”
“One of these times, I’m going to get you in an actual bed.”
“I should probably tell you that I don’t like bottoming.” I ran my hands up and down his back nervously. “I did it for Dmitri because it was easier than arguing with him, but I vowed I wouldn’t compromise that part of myself for anyone ever again.”
He pulled back and looked at me, his eyes serious and a little sad. I thought he was going to tell me this was a deal-breaker for him. The only time we’d had penetrative sex, he’d been the one to bottom, but that didn’t mean that was his preference now.
He placed his hands on either side of my face. “I don’t ever, and I meanever,want you to do something for me that you’re uncomfortable with, especially if it’s because you think it’ll make it easier for me. Got it?”
I nodded, my eyes flooding with tears.
“Thankfully, it’s not an issue because I’m a bottom. But even if that wasn’t the case, we’ve certainly found other waysto get each other off. And I think we could have a lot of fun getting creative and finding more. Please promise you’ll tell me if anything we do makes you uncomfortable?”
I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “I will.”
“Is there anything else I need to know? Anything that’s triggering or that you don’t like?”
“No, not really. I don’t mind ass-play. I just don’t like full penetration. I’m good with everything else…at least everything I’ve tried.”
He brushed a hand across my cheek, the gesture at odds with the anger I could see burning in his eyes. “You know I want to kill your ex, right?”
“But then you’d go to jail, and we wouldn’t have this.” I kissed him tenderly, trying to show him how much his care and concern meant to me.
“Hmm. I do enjoy this an awful lot.” He pulled a mock thoughtful face, as if he was really contemplating the possibility. “And jail would suck. Better hope he doesn’t ever cross my path, huh?”
I smiled at him. “I think it’s highly unlikely that would ever happen. But I’ll be sure to hold you back if it does.”
“Good call.”
And then he kissed me again.
47
WILL
I was scrollingemails on my phone Tuesday morning while waiting for the coffee to brew when I stopped short, scrolling back to the name that’d caught my eye. I opened the message from Ally, one of the few friends I was still in contact with from Chicago, and read through the itinerary she’d sent for her wedding next month. She’d asked me to be an usher months ago, before I’d caught Dmitri and Sebastian defiling my bed. But time had gotten away from me, and I hadn’t realized we were already just three weeks away.
Ally had worked in the marketing department, and though Sebastian was her boss, she’d been one of the few people at our company who’d taken my side in the divorce. She’d begged me to stay in Chicago, stating, rather dramatically, that she couldn’t bear to come to the office without her work husband. We’d always gotten a good chuckle from that term, seeing as how we were both gay.
I didn’t mind flying back for the wedding and was happy to be a part of Ally’s special day, but I knew there would be a lot of people from my former company there. Frankly, there weren’t many I was interested in seeing again.
I thought about asking Sammy to go with me. It would be easier to face those people if I had him beside me. But I wasn’t sure if he was ready to make that kind of statement yet. I wasn’t sure ifIwas ready, for that matter. His presence there as my date would indicate a seriousness to our relationship I wasn’t sure I was ready to contemplate.
I was enjoying my time with Sammy, but a part of me was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. He seemed really invested in figuring things out between us, but it was still new. And things hadn’t worked out with us before. I wanted to believe it might be different this time, but my self-preservation instincts were strong, and I couldn’t help but hold something back.
Sighing, I clicked out of the email, poured myself a cup of coffee, and headed back to my desk to start my day.
At four in the afternoon,I was still sitting at my desk, poring over change orders with a headache brewing in the back of my eyes, when my phone buzzed with an incoming text. I swiped into it and smiled at the image. Sammy was working at his shop today and had sent me a picture of the progress he’d made on the sculpture for the children’s cancer center. Today, it would appear he was working on the butterfly. I could see the structure of the piece, but it looked like he still had a ways to go before it was finished.
Looks good!
Thanks! I’m happy with it so far
How’s your day going?
