Page 75 of The Influencer

He shrugs. “I can make time.”

“And what do you plan to do if you need to get laid?”

The question widens his eyes. He even stutters on a few words before he finds a few that work. “I guess I’d hope you were available?”

“Wait—just so I’m getting this clear—you want to be the person I fuck. And you want me to be the person you fuck when you’re not fucking someone else?”

He shifts, dropping eye contact. “Crazy, right? Like I sound like a crazy person right now, don’t I?”

I do my best to hold back a grin, but it can’t fully be helped. He’s adorable when he’s squirming. “You sound like you’re kind of into me.”

“Shut up,” he says, squirming even harder.

“Where’d that come from?” I ask.

“I said shut up.”

“Shut me up, then.”

He launches himself at me, catching me by surprise and easily putting me on my back. He pins my hips between his strong thighs and hovers above me, his golden waves falling on either side of his perfect face. He slides his hands down my arms until my hands are clasped in his, and I let him move them above my head. Stretching his back, he sits his ass down on my crotch. My dick immediately responds to the attention. “So what if I’m into you?” he asks. “It’s not like you can get enough of me either.”

I smile. “Oh, you can’t get enough of me now, huh?”

“I’m not good enough for you, am I?” he asks.

“Why would you think that?”

“I can see what you’re thinking. You’re thinking Jade’s a slutty boy who has sex for money, and that’s pretty much all he’s good for. How close did I get?”

“Not very,” I say.

“Correct me, then.”

“This might surprise you, but my answer doesn’t have much to do with you. You sure you want to hear it? Will it keep your interest long enough?” I tease.

“Try me.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of how I can’t handle a guy like you. And also, that I wouldn’t change anything about you.”

His eyes sparkle. “Why would you think I wouldn’t want to hear that? That was practically poetry.”

I laugh softly, staring up at his face. “I like you,” I admit. “I think that’s pretty obvious.”

“Yeah. But only because of the stamp on your forehead.”

“Thought I got most of that off in the shower.”

Jade smiles, and, as always, it dazzles. “You didn’t.”

“Well, shit.”

“I like you, too,” he says as his lips press gently against mine, coupled with a grind on my lap.

I suck in a sharp breath, turning my head to break the kiss. “Careful. You’re stirring shit up down there again.”

“Oh, am I? Weird…” He kisses my cheekbone all the way to my temple, grinding slowly away the entire time until I’m completely hard again. Fucker. There’s a lesson here about never letting a dancer get you on your back, but I doubt I’ll try to remember it later. I give him my mouth again and allow his next kiss to land there. His soft sigh when our tongues connect is the best thing I’ve ever heard.

We don’t go much further than that. Just making out while he drives me wild with the sliding movement of his body. It’s pretty fucking great, too. He’s totally sold me on coming back to his place again. Still, when he pulls away and sits back, leaning on my bent knees, I protest. “Where are you going?”

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