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“Is that how Riley and Arnav get in touch with you?”
Slowly Lorcan nodded. Clearly, though, he was surprised at me raising the notion of his boss and his lawyer.
Does he think I don’t pay attention?“Well, then I’d say that’s a very valuable phone.” I put my stuff on the counter, along with my keys. Then I yanked down my pants and underwear.
“Right. Like I’m supposed to think straight when you’re buck-ass naked.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m still wearing my shirt. It didn’t get soaked.” Still, I liked the heat in his gaze. So I yanked the shirt off as well.
My previously flaccid cock stirred.
Lorcan licked his lips.
“Fair’s fair.” I pointed to his clothes.
“I have to sit down to take my socks off. An old guy thing. Maybe Byron could relate.” He headed toward the kitchen bar. “Or at least I need to hold myself steady.”
“I can help, you know.”
He growled. “I can take my fucking socks off.”
“Touchy.” I said the word with a smile because although he appeared annoyed, I didn’t sense menace. Just exasperation.
He leaned against the bar and yanked his socks off—one after the other.
I scooped them up, along with all my clothes. “Follow me.” I led him to the closet with the washer/dryer combo.
He peered inside. “You think you could fit in there?”
“Huh?” Then yesterday’s conversation came back to me. “If you needed a break from me? Yeah, I think I could.” I pretended to measure myself against the space. “I could definitely stand and scroll through my phone.”
“Good God.” He grazed his knuckles across my biceps. “You’re just young enough to get away with that.”
I grasped his hand, squeezing tight. “Age isn’t an issue for me, okay? Carter doesn’t give a shit that he’s in his late twenties and Byron’s in his early forties.”
“I’m double your age, Cody. That’s a lot more than fifteen years.”
“If it doesn’t matter to me, then why should it matter to you?”
“Because people might talk. Say that I’m taking advantage of you. That I’m robbing the cradle. That I’m not a good man.” He said that with pure anguish—far more than just exasperation.
I sighed. “First, I don’t give a shit what people think. Honestly. I’m a good psychologist and that’s all that matters. I’m a kid who had to grow up fast because of his bigoted family. I’m someone who wants to give back. To pay forward all the help I got. You were found not guilty, Lorcan. So, if people think something other than that, it’s on them. Not on me and certainly not on you. Am I clear?”
Slowly, he nodded.
“Let’s get you out of these wet clothes. We could have a bath. I’d suggest a shower, but I’m not sure I could keep my hands off of you.”
“But you can in the bathtub?”
I considered. “No, probably not. I see all that chest hair and my brain migrates to my cock and saysyes, that please.”
He laughed. “I’ll take a risk with the bath.”
Which we did.
And, somehow, managed to give each other hand jobs.
When we were out and dry, I slipped into my pajamas.
