Page 46 of Loving You

He flushed hotly and turned, hurrying away before his body did something stupid like collapse as though he was a swooning Victorian.

The walk to the office was less than six minutes, according to Monty’s GPS, and he recognized Bronx’s car as he turned the corner on Fifth. The building looked nice—freshly painted with a sign hanging just above the door.Elm Veterinary Medicine. The glass door bore three names, one of which was Bronx Reed.

Of course he was a Reed—just like Dallas. It was easy to forget they were related though. They looked a little bit alike, but Bronx was the polar opposite of his brother in ways that Monty appreciated.

As he approached the overhang, he saw a face in the window grinning at him, and his heart did a double beat. God, he wanted this man. He loved the fact that Bronx lit up whenever he saw Monty.

It did things to his insides to know he was responsible for that.

Monty pulled the door open, and Bronx immediately seized his wrist, dragging him in for a kiss. It was hot, wet, tasting a little like old coffee and some sort of mint gum that Bronx was still chewing. Monty groaned softly as he forced himself back and looked up into the man’s dark eyes.

“You look good all dressed up for work,” Bronx said, dragging a hand around Monty’s collar.

Monty licked his lips. “So do you. But I can’t wait to see you in scrubs.”

Bronx backed Monty into the corner of the office wall between two chairs and kissed him again. “Just you wait,” he said against his lips. “They have little kittens on them.”

That should not be sexy. “Merde.”

“I know that one. It means shit. I’m assuming it’s in a good way?”

Monty laughed. “Very. You get me all hot and bothered.”

“How do you say that in French?”

“I actually don’t know.” Monty wasn’t really on the up-and-up when it came to current slang. By the time kids hisage were getting around to talking dirty, he’d been whisked off to the US to live with his dad, and his father spoke English exclusively unless he was shouting at them in Portuguese.

“Say something else, then. Something hot.”

He dug deep into his lexicon for something Bronx might like. He dragged a touch around his pecs, then down to where he was half-hard in his jeans. “Je suis chaud.”

Bronx leaned in and nosed at his jaw. “Meaning…?”

“I’m hot for you,” Monty whispered to him, slightly breathless.

Bronx kissed him a third time, then pulled back with a loud groan. “We haven’t installed security cameras yet. And my office has a lock on the door.”

Monty’s breath trembled on his exhale. “Ah, ouais?”

“Mm. Let me play with you?” Bronx asked. He traced the outline of Monty’s raging boner tenting his slacks.

He couldn’t say no. It was impossible. He let Bronx take his hand and carefully walk him through a heavy wooden door, down a small hallway, and into an office without a window. Bronx hit the light, then flicked the lock, and the echoing noise from the hallway deadened.

“I requested that the room be soundproofed. I sometimes get sensory overload when we have a lot of patients who are anxious.”

For a moment, Monty forgot that Bronx was a vet and pictured a ton of screaming children. Then he pictured rooms full of yelping dogs. Either one would have been a nightmare. “Then let’s give this place a good memory to start.”

Bronx grinned sharply as he pulled Monty over to the desk. It was mostly empty save for two boxes at the edge, and Bronx shoved the chair away before hauling Monty onto the edge and dropping to his knees.

Christ, he would never get tired of watching this man suck him off. Especially with the way that Bronx seemed to get as much out of it as Monty did. He cupped Bronx’s cheek and thumbed his lower lip. “Will you make yourself come?”

Bronx nipped at the digit. “You want me to jerk off?”

Monty nodded. His head was swimming, but he was goddamn determined to stay conscious for this. He didn’t want to miss a second of Bronx’s mouth on him. “Will you?”

“Anything for you.”

Those three words punctured his chest and entered his veins. Sparks went off under his skin, and his cock throbbed so hard he was pretty sure he was going to burst through his zipper. Bronx didn’t let that happen though. He quickly got to work, pulling Monty out and giving him a tight stroke from the head of his cock to the base.

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