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As hard as he wracked his brain, he couldn’t remember what happened after they stopped kissing by the front door.

Shit! How much did I have to drink last night?

He didn’t feel that hungover—just a mild headache and a dry mouth—so it shouldn’t have been too much.

Panic assailed Alex, and his heart rate sped up. The arm around his body squeezed him. “You’re thinking too much.” Scout’s lips brushed against Alex’s bare neck,sending goose bumps skittering across his flesh and blood rushing to his morning wood. “We didn’t do anything but kiss. I asked if we could, and you said yes. We didn’t have sex, and we’re not going to this morning either, as much as I would love to fuck the hell out of you.”

He paused, and Alex couldn’t think of a thing to say to fill the silence. Being in bed with this man was his fantasy come true. Well, sort of. In his fantasies, they’d done a lot more than just kiss.

Did Scout do this often? With his other PAs or employees? Alex didn’t think so. In fact, Scout’s words from last night popped into his mind.“I’ve never done this before, Alex—not with someone who worked for me. But there’s something about you ... I just can’t ... I can’t resist. I want you and for more than just one night. And that kind of scares me a little.”

Behind him, Scout let out a heavy sigh. “You’re still overthinking this, so let’s see what we can do about it. Do you have plans for today?”

It was Saturday, and nothing on Scout’s schedule required him to work today. “Um ...” His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat before trying to speak again. “Uh, no. No plans.”

“Good. I want to take you on a bike ride. We’ll have lunch and talk. If you want, you can stay here, sleep a while longer, and then shower and borrow some of my clothes. We should be about the same size. Or, you can go home and do whatever you need to do there, and I’llswing by to get you around ten. It’s seven now if you were wondering.”

“A bike ride? I don’t have a bike yet. Been meaning to get a new one.” His ten-speed was stolen a few weeks before he left New York City, and he hadn’t had a chance to replace it yet.

“Not a bicycle—on my motorcycle. Is it safe to assume you don’t own one?”

“Um, yeah. I mean, no, I don’t own one.”

Scout kissed Alex’s back again, sending a shiver down his spine. “Good. I’d rather you ride behind me today. I’m going to go back to sleep for a bit. Are you staying, or should I pick you up at your place?”

Definitely choice number two. Alex had to get out of there so he could have time to think about what already happened and whatmighthappen between them before they talked again. “I ... uh ... I’m going to run home if that’s okay.”

“Whatever you want to do is fine with me, babe. Just promise you’ll take a ride with me later.”

He shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t. Not if he wanted to keep his job, which is what he’d lose if this ... whatever this was went south. Unfortunately, “no” was not what came out of his mouth. “I promise.”

With a final squeeze, Scout released him and rolled onto his back. When Alex flipped the covers to the side, he noticed a small pillow lying between where his ass and Scout’s pelvis had been. The other man was also shirtless. One leg and hip peeked out from under thesheet, revealing he only wore a pair of navy blue boxer shorts.

Alex’s gaze shot to Scout’s eyes, and he found the other man watching him from under partially-opened lids. A blush stole over Scout’s face, along with a sheepish expression. “What can I say? I would’ve been too tempted without something between us.”

Well, at least one of them had been thinking a little clearer than the other at some point last night. Thank God.

As Alex stood and sorted through his and Scout’s clothes piled in a heap on the floor, his boss closed his eyes and shifted until he was comfortable. “Before you leave, what’s your sub preference? I’ll have the bistro pack us a lunch.”

“Um ...” Pulling on his pants, Alex hesitated. For the life of him, he couldn’t think of a single thing off the bistro’s menu. “Uh ... anything’s fine. Surprise me.”

Scout hadn’t disappointed him with any of the meals he’d cooked for them over the past month and a half, and after their first lunch, the man asked what foods Alex didn’t care for so he could avoid them.

“Sounds good.” His eyes remained shut. “See you at ten. Wear jeans, boots, and a leather jacket if you have one.”

“Uh ... okay.” Alex checked to make sure he had his wallet, phone, and ... shit! His keys! “Um ... Scout? Where are my keys?”

“On the little table in the foyer,” he murmured, sleep dragging him under again. “Drive safe.”

After one last glance back at the bed and the incredibly sexy man in it, Alex quietly left the room. He needed time to think and stop the whirlwind of questions and “what-ifs” flying through his head. He just hoped he hadn’t screwed himself out of a job.

Scout hoped he was doing the right thing. But it was too late to take back his confession and actions, so the only option was to forge ahead.

Under his thighs and ass, his Harley Davidson Fat Boy 114 purred like a contented feline. It was weeks since he last took it out for a ride, something he did whenever he wanted to clear his head. However, it was the first time he’d ever invited someone out on a date on his bike. And, yup, if things went as he planned, he would consider this his and Alex’s first date. One of many. The man was special and could very possibly bethe one.

While he’d been in several relationships over the years that lasted longer than a month, Scout could never see himself in a lifetime commitment with any of those men. He usually made it clear when he first started dating someone that he wasn’t looking for anything long-term—just someone to spend time with—and whenever the other men seemed to expect morefrom him, he ended things. But with Alex ... God, he could see them growing old together, maybe even having kids. Scout wanted to take the man to all his favorite places worldwide. If they had children, he wanted to raise them as his parents had him—working on their third passport before they reached twenty-one and showing them all the great wonders to explore.

Earlier, after Alex left—he kind of figured the guy would need some alone time to think about everything that happened—Scout hadn’t been able to fall back into a deep sleep. His body was willing, but he couldn’t shut down his brain. Finally, he gave up and went into his home gym to run a few miles on the treadmill. Then, after showering, he called down to the bistro and asked them to pack a lunch for two that he could put in the Harley’s saddlebags. Once that was done, he realized he didn’t have Alex’s home address. That was easily remedied by accessing the man’s personnel file.

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