Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
I angled my body toward the side so no one would notice, but I could tell by the way the CEO’s gaze kept drifting down that she was having a hard time focusing on the peaks of my graphs when there was a whole other peak she could be focusing on.
When the meeting came to an end, I chatted with the execs privately before meeting up with Lee at a nearby restaurant for lunch.
As we hugged, Lee said, “Holy shit!”
He pulled away sharply and looked down at the crotch of my pants. “I hope you weren’t giving your presentation with a raging boner the whole time.”
“If I’m being totally honest, it was pretty bad.”
“What the fuck is it about?”
“Uh…”
Since Ethan and I had begun doing…whatever the hell we were doing, I hadn’t mentioned it to Lee. After everything that had happened, I wasn’t sure what the hell I was supposed to tell him. I sure as fuck didn’t know what the hell Ethan and I were doing.
But I did know he’d thrown the biggest fucking curveball at me when he mentioned “playing around back there.”
I didn’t figure a guy who acted all dominant and in charge would even consider letting me stick something into his ass, but like with so many other things that involved Ethan Harris, he was full of surprises.
Despite being all calm and cool, there was more to him.…I could tell from what he’d told me about his family, and also what he’d avoided telling me. When I talked to him about my parents, I didn’t ask him about his own for that reason. He still had his guard up, and I didn’t want him to feel like he needed to open up to me.
Not that I didn’t want him to. Fuck, it felt like that was all I wanted, but I didn’t press.
“We should hit up some bars tonight,” Lee suggested before taking a bite of his chicken Alfredo.
Fuck no! I was meeting up with Ethan and potentially getting some of that hot ass of his.
I wanted to satisfy that curiosity about his own prostate—to show him just how amazing it could be to have someone touching up against it. To see his eyes roll back as he took that pleasure and enjoyed it to its fullest.
And the thought of Straighty letting me play around with his hole made me growl.
“What the fuck?” Lee asked. “Where is your head, man?”
“Nowhere. I was just thinking I might have plans tonight.”
“You might have plans? You either do or you don’t.”
“Okay, I do have plans then.”
“Oh, is this that new guy you’re seeing?”
“What? How did you—”
“I play Words with Friends with your mom. She might have mentioned someone.”
“You sneaky bastard. Did you ask me to meet you for lunch so I would dish about this guy?”
“Maybe,” he said as a whimsical smirk overtook his face.
“Look, it’s not a big deal…” But maybe a bigger deal than I want to let on. “…but do you remember the guy from Wreckage? The one you were ogling all night and—”
“The one you told me was straight?”
“Yeah. That one.”
“Oh, turn me off him and then move in yourself?”
“Lee, that’s not how it happened.”
“Relax. I was shitting with you, man. I am sooo not that friend. So what happened? Did you guys have sex?”
“No. I mean, not that night, but yes.”
“What the fuck? And you didn’t text me that shit right away? Those are some bragging rights, right there.”
I tensed my jaw. “What’s there to brag about?” I asked through gritted teeth, my expression and tone surely giving away just how pissed off I was.
“Dude, are you about to go kung fu on my ass?” Lee asked, his eyes wide.
Jesus Christ, where had that come from?
I was not the type to get defensive over a guy, but something about Ethan—maybe how guarded he was about his past, his family—made me feel like I needed to protect him. I didn’t know why I was getting like that. It wasn’t like Ethan needed a fucking hero. He could fucking take care of himself. But maybe something from that night when he was getting robbed had stuck around, made me feel like it was my job to keep him safe.
Whatever it was, I didn’t like the feeling.
“Sorry,” I said, knowing I was out of line for thinking Lee was trying to be an ass. “He’s a good guy, and obviously, you don’t need to talk about him like I fucking scored on him. If anything, he scored on me, so can we just leave it at that?”
“Ooh. I’ve never seen you like this before, Sean. Might someone be feeling a little more than he’s letting on about this guy? What was his name again?”
“Ethan. And no. I’m just…we’re messing around and having fun.”
“So how was it? Good?”
“More than good.”