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“Yes,” I said, even before he’d finished his request.

He laughed lightly. “You haven’t even heard what I was going to ask. It’s stupid.”

“Whatever it is, it’s not stupid,” I promised him.

He traced lazy circles over my chest. “W-will you read to me?”

My brows scrunched in confusion. I certainly wasn’t expecting that. “What, like, the newspaper?” I joked.

“No!” He tweaked my nipple, eliciting my gasp, then he got up from the bed and tiptoed over to a bookshelf in the corner of the room. He came back with one of his own books. He flipped through the pages until he got to the chapter he wanted. “Will you read this scene? I-I want to act it out. With you.”

“Really? Okay.” That was new, but I liked it.

“You make my words sound sexy,” he admitted.

I cleared my throat and began to read. Reading had never been a sexy activity in my mind, and I halfway expected to lose my erection, but if anything, it seemed to augment Jordan’s movements, as I both lived it and imagined it at the same time.

“‘Cedric gripped Ritter’s hot, thick cock in his fist and pumped it slowly.’” And as I read the words, Jordan eased the elastic waistband lower so he could reach inside and wrap his hand around me, making us a mirror to the characters.

I kept reading, and while he stroked my cock, he reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a condom. While his characters didn’t use them, we certainly were. He tore the wrapper with his teeth, and I caught a whiff of watermelon flavor. I wanted nothing more than to watch what he was doing, rather than keeping my eyes trained on the words on the page.

“‘Ritter grunted and looked down at Cedric, before nudging the head of his cock into his mouth. “Your tight little mouth is so wet,” Ritter praised. “Now open wide for me. I want you to take it all.”’”

I felt Jordan’s lips against my head, but instead of simply engulfing me in his mouth, he put the condom over the tip and used his mouth to roll it down, all the way to the base.

“‘Ritter’s massive member stretched Cedric’s lips wide, but he did his best to take every inch, until the head of Ritter’s cock was nudging at the b-back of his th-throat.’” I stuttered on the words, gasping as Jordan bobbed his head up and down my shaft.

It wasn’t until now that I realized this posed an unforeseen problem for me. Every brush of his finger, ever swipe of his tongue, made my eyes drift closed, which made reading the words on the page a real challenge.

Jordan pulled off, and I shuddered at the cool air, made colder now that his hot mouth was gone. “You stopped reading,” he complained, but I could hear the tease in his voice.

“It’s not my fault you’re so damn good at that.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. It is entirely your fault.” With the next swipe of his tongue, he went lower, starting at my taint and traversing my balls, which clenched tight in response.

While Jordan had asked me to help him forget his meeting with his agent, it was me whose mind went completely blank. I couldn’t talk, couldn’t think, and definitely couldn’t read. I launched the book aside and sat up, hooking Jordan under the armpits to drag him up, then I rolled until he was under me. His giggle quickly morphed into a moan when I breached his slick hole.

We had all night to explore each other’s bodies, along with a whole bag of tricks to play with. It wasn’t the relationship I’d always dreamed of having, Jordan wasn’t someone I would get to grow old with, but with my eyes closed and my cock buried in his ass, just for now, I allowed myself to pretend it was something more.

13

Jordan

“Yourapartmentisbetterthan mine,” Drew said, sulking over his plate of breakfast. My place was actually a condo, but I didn’t think it would be helpful to correct him of that fact.

“You’re just saying that because of the view,” I pointed out. Every time he was here, he kept wandering over to the window just to stare down. He said he loved how the people looked like ants.

As if to prove my point, his eyes darted back over to the floor-to-ceiling glass. “Well, yeah, duh,” he said with an exaggerated eyeroll. “To be this high up makes me feel like a god. But also, the king-size bed and memory-foam mattress don’t hurt. Oh, and the soaker bathtub. And don’t forget the TV.” Drew’s eyes had nearly bugged out of his head when he first saw the massive flat-screen mounted to my wall. Not that I ever had time to watch TV.

I speared my fork into a cube of melon. “Feel free to use me for my apartment, that’s fine.” I sighed dramatically to show that I was teasing, but… was I? In truth, if he were using me for my possessions, that would seriously uncomplicate things between us.

For more than a month, Drew and I had been spending a large amount of time with each other. Whenever he wasn’t working, we were usually together. I refused to acknowledge the fact that some people would consider this dating—we rarely left the bedroom, after all, so this was clearly not a relationship.

Sex. It’s just sex, I reminded myself.

Drew got up and wandered back to the kitchen to refill his coffee mug, and I instantly looked up from my food to watch him. I loved that he’d taken to wearing one of my robes around the condo. The way it would slip open, revealing slivers of his body at any given time. Sometimes I would catch sight of a nipple, sometimes something a little juicier… I never knew what I was going to get, but the anticipation always got me hard.

I, of course, was also wearing a robe, and when his back was turned, I tugged the sides open just enough to act as a tease.

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