Page 43 of Tempting Him

On rare occasions, a child will grow up and realize the way they were brought up was wrong, and it is possible for them to break the cycle, but it doesn’t happen enough.

My parents never spoke about gay people until they found out about me. That’s when I learned their feelings on homosexuality. Regardless of how different we are, what they said has stayed with me, and affects me in my relationships to this day.

“I went to the break room and got some paper plates. They're pretty flimsy, though,” Jay says, walking in with two boxes—one holding pizza and one holding pasta.”

I walk back to my desk and clear it off. “That’s fine. Thanks.”

He watches me with curious eyes, perhaps trying to gauge my mood. “I also got some napkins and plastic forks for the pasta.”

I sit down across from him and grin. “Thank you.”

He smiles, and we break into the boxes and start eating. The conversation is no longer heavy, instead we discuss toppings we don’t like on pizza, and debate on the best drink to have with it. I say water, and he claims you have to have a carbonated drink.

“Come on, drink some of this Sprite. I’m telling you, it enhances the flavor.”

I shake my head, chuckling, but grab his bottle of Sprite and take a sip before taking another bite of my pizza. “It tastes the same.”

“No way,” he says with a laugh. “I’m gonna train you to only drink sodas when you have pizza and you’ll realize you’ve been wrong your whole life.”

“Sure,” I say with a snort, taking another bite.

“Okay, what about this? I swear to God, you better answer right. Do you season your popcorn?”

I make a face. “You mean, besides butter?”

He throws his arms up, letting them drop to his sides, looking up at the ceiling in disbelief. “You know they make actual seasonings for popcorn, right? It’s toenhancethe flavor.”

“You and your enhancements.”

“Luckily I don’t need enhancements in certain areas,” he flirts with a wink.

“No, definitely not.”

His eyebrows raise. “Oh, a compliment?”

I shake my head, my lips forming a smile while I chew. “Just stating a fact.”

“That I’m well-endowed and probably the best dick you’ve ever had, right?” His grin falls. “Wait. Shit. You haven’t even had my dick.” With a shake of his head, he looks me in the eye and says, “Sir, let me explain something.” I nearly laugh at how serious he gets. “If you allow me to, how should I say this...gift you with my...gifts, then I can assure you it willenhancethe pleasure when we’re together.”

“Stop,” I say with a chuckle, grabbing a napkin to wipe my mouth.

His smile grows as he watches me laugh, his eyes bright with glee. “Come on, Mr. Drakos. Let me make you feel good,” he says in a sultry voice that he might’ve intended to be playful, but stirs something inside me.

I clear my throat, attempting to keep things light as I stand up with my trash in hand. “Your ass always feels good. Good enough, anyway.” I wink, letting him know I’m teasing.

He gives me an unamused look before pushing his chair back and standing up. My pulse spikes as he rounds the table, coming up behind me.

Our height is nearly identical, and I feel the heat of his body at my back before the warmth of his hands seep through the material of my shirt as he grabs my waist, his breath on my neck.

His lips touch my skin, brushing across the goosebumped flesh until reaching my ear. With one hand gripping my hip, the other travels up my torso before journeying back down to run a palm over my crotch.

“I’d make sure you felt every ounce of pleasure possible,” he whispers before the tip of his tongue dances under my ear. “There would be nothing to worry about, except that you’d probably become addicted after having a taste of me. But I’ll happily be your supplier, baby.”

He sucks on a patch of skin, his hand groping my growing erection while his pushes into my ass.

I groan, dropping the plate and bottle of water on my desk, ready to spin around and do more. But my phone rings, the sound blaring through the room, killing the moment and drawing us apart. He steps to the side, watching me carefully. I want to throw myself against him. I want to toss him over my desk. I want to feel his skin against mine, and I’m even curious about his proposition. I want too much, especially when I know I won’t be able to keep it.

I pick up the cell. “Hello?”

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