Page 100 of The Sinner's Sanctuary

“I literally just said we hooked up.”

“More than once,” Drew adds.

“True. I mentioned it happened more than once, but before you say anything that can be held against you, I went into almost no detail.”

“Almost?”

“Very little,” I tell him.

“I was the one who talked him through prep Thursday night,” Drew says.

Gibson tries to stifle his sudden laugh but can’t. He keeps it short, though. In doing so, his cheeks darken, and his dark eyes gleam bright.

“I’m sorry about them,” I say. “But in all fairness, I told you I’d see you later.”

“I couldn’t wait,” he says.

And now I’m the one blushing. It’s not the kind of table where I can start rubbing his cock, and no one would notice, but if it were—I probably would. I’m fucking giddy and horny and abnormally happy all of a sudden. It feels so bizarre.

“What we were actually talking about when you came in,” Jericho says, “is our trip to the Hamptons. But Chris says you’ve got him working weekends now.”

“I’m flexible,” Gibson argues.

“Fabulous.” Her hands come together, and she looks at me. “Now what’s your excuse? I’m waiting.”

“I hate the sun?”

“No one hates the sun. You’re coming. And there’s more than enough room for a plus one.”

“I—no, we?—”

“I’ll see to it he makes it there,” Gibson says. “Which weekend?”

“The one after next. Fourth of July.”

Annoyed, I take my hand back and put my elbows on the table. “Have you ever been in a house with four other couples in the event that you couldn’t dredge up a plus one?” I ask Jericho.

She looks at me blankly, so I open the question to the rest of the table. “No? Anyone? Memorial Day weekend was like being the kitchen help in a brothel.”

“Oh, please. Name one meal you prepared by yourself.”

“Breakfast. No one ever joined me for breakfast.”

No clever comebacks for that one.

“I could set you up with someone,” Olivier offers unhelpfully. “Happy to actually.”

I look past Drew to glare at him. He smiles his pretty smile and bats his long eyelashes, but his angel face doesn’t fool me. Drew, being a considerate friend, did his best Memorial Day weekend to keep me from getting bored while all the couples were off doing couple things, which more than once put Ollie into a pout.

I’m guessing it’s some game they play with each other, where they push each other’s buttons until they’re panting and fucking, but I try not to picture that. As good looking as they both are, Drew is like a brother to me, and the idea of him having sex is too weird to contemplate. Especially since I walked in on them the one time back at the old apartment.

Unlike Gibson, I donothave a kink for watching. Speaking of which, I feel the warmth of his arm pressing into mine. His leg, too. It’s turning me on. I give him a look I intend to be chastising, but when our eyes meet, my stomach flips, my dick stiffens, andI’m pretty sure I only wind up looking like I’m ready to suck his cock, which is accurate. “What do you think?” I ask him. “Should I ask The Heir to set me up with a friend to keep me company in the Hamptons?”

“Subtle,” Gibson says with a narrowing of his eyes. The entire table goes silent. “Provided you’re not sick of me in two weeks, I’m happy to keep you company.”

“Hard to find a job with benefits like that, Chris,” Jeremy says.

“He probably will get sick of him, though,” Drew says. “No offense, Mr. Hayes, but my buddy here isn’t exactly down for commitments.”

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