Page 33 of Tempting Him

“Good.”

“Just because I’m breaking one of my rules, doesn't mean I don’t have other ones in place.”

I sigh. “What are the other rules, besides denying me the pleasure of exploring your mouth with my tongue.”

His nostrils flare slightly as his chest expands with a deep breath. “This is short-term. No kissing, no intimacy, no romance. Sex is sex.”

“I don’t need rose petals or candles,” I say. “And I agree, sex doesn’t have to come with emotions, but I’d like to discuss something.”

“What’s that?”

“You sucking my dick. Why won’t you do it? It’s not kissing.”

“It’s a form of intimacy.”

“You let me suck your dick.”

“You don’t have my rules.”

I huff. “Sex is a form of intimacy.”

“Not the way I do it.”

“You’re a pain in my ass.” His smile makes me smile in return. “In more ways than one. I’m guessing another rule is I can’t ever fuck you.”

He watches me but doesn’t respond.

“Have you ever bottomed?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Why do you seem afraid to talk about the sexual acts men do together if you’re gay?”

“Jayden,” he growls. A warning.

“Fine. You say short-term. How short? You already have an end date in mind?”

“When I go back to Chicago.”

I sit up straight, my back coming off the couch cushions. “You’re going back to Chicago? When?”

“The beginning of July.”

For some reason, my body reacts to the news as if I’m unhappy about this. Disappointment swirling in my stomach. But I shouldn’t care. That’s still a good amount of time, and since when do I go past that time frame with anyone?

“Okay.”

“Now come here.” He reaches into his pants, stroking his dick, and my feet take me to him before I drop to my knees.

13

The weekend flew by,and I stayed with Alek the entire time. We fucked, ate, showered, and watched TV. Well, I watched TV while he worked and made phone calls, and the showers were always separate. We slept in the same bed, but there was no spooning or cuddling. Regardless of his rules, we had a good time. He’s opened up a little more, but he’s still very guarded, and I’m starting to think it’s rooted deep and probably stems from something in his past.

I didn't see him at all on Monday, and wondered if he was avoiding me because he regretted all the time we spent together over the weekend, but he’s back at work Tuesday, saying he had to leave early on Monday for a meeting.

On Wednesday, I check in with him before I’m set to leave, and he lets me know he’s happy with the work I’ve done so far. He doesn’t flirt or act like he knows me better than anybody else in that building, and sometimes I’m not sure if I should be offended or praise him for his professionalism, because I’ve thought numerous times about how I’d love to hide under his desk and suck his dick while he’s on the phone, or how he could lock the door and bend me over that same desk. I’m down for it all, but it’s almost like he doesn’t think about sex until we’re locked away in his suite.

Thursday comes and is anything but typical .

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