Page 43 of Eternal Hoptimist

He laughed and scooted to the side. I wanted to make him come, but if he wanted to play? I was more than happy to let him.

After I lay down, I expected him to dive right into toying with my foreskin as many had done before, but he kissed me deep and dirty before taking his time mouthing a path lower and lower. By the time he reached my dick, I was barely hanging on. He lapped at the skin, then licked inside, gently tugged with his teeth, sucking it into his mouth. I covered my face with my hands and moaned as he found my most sensitive spots. By the time he stopped, I was out of breath. No one ever paid me that much attention.

“I really like that.”

I huffed out a laugh. “Makes two of us. C’mere.” I pulled him on top of me. We lost ourselves to kissing and moving our bodies in a rhythm that left me leaking.

I reached for the lube I’d noticed on the nightstand earlier and squirted some into my palm. Once it warmed enough, I gripped us both and stroked until Parker warned me he was close.

His body tensing on top of mine, knowing that being together brought him pleasure, was all it took. My balls tightened and my toes curled as I shot between us.

“Fuck. Oh fuck.Ethan.” Parker’s fingernails dug into my shoulder as he thrust in and out of my grip until he spilled over my fingers. He jerked a few more times, then dropped his full weight onto me.He was so beautiful when he came.

Instinctively, I hooked my leg over his calf and gave myself a few minutes to pretend it was more than a sex appointment.

Parker snuggled in closer. “That was fucking incredible.”

“Mm-hmm.” I brushed my lips against his hair in the ghost of a kiss.Keep your distance.

He studied me, and I got lost in the sea of his cerulean eyes. “How long until you can go again?”

“An hour?” I scanned his long body. “Thirty minutes.”One more round but no spending the night.

CHAPTER 15

PARKER

Hector:Your next meeting has been pushed back a half an hour

Parker:Did you change my schedule to make sure I’d have time to grab you a breakfast sandwich?

Hector:I would never abuse my power like that!

Hector:Don’t forget extra avocado [kissy face emoji]

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Between entering the office building and reaching Hector’s desk on the sixth floor, four people—four—commented on how happy I seemed. A couple of orgasms involving another person could give a guy some extra pep in his step.

Ethan’s visit last night played on a constant loop in my mind. The hours we’d spent together were ones I would never forget. I’d gotten off with plenty of people throughout my life, but I’d never had a first time with someone that was half that satisfying. Was it the fact we’d talked endlesslybeforehaving sex?Or maybe it’s Ethan.

Once the haze faded after our second round of orgasms, he’d gotten dressed, kissed me on the cheek, and closed the door behind him. I didn’t ask him to stay, and he didn’t offer. I fell asleep as soon as he texted to let me know he’d made it home, and I’d slept hard all night for the first time in a long time. No middle-of-the-night stress thoughts about everything I had to get done the next day. I’d even woken with a smile, which lingered through the commute to work and my morning meeting.

I’d put our hookup—encounter? Hangout?—on the back burner while meeting with LD Development on the next steps in finalizing the land purchase and initial discussions about permits for their construction plans. Toe-curling sex after a dry spell must’ve cleared out the cobwebs because I had a strong idea for my clients.

I needed to think on it more and do some research before pitching it to them, but there might be a way to incorporate at least some of the food truck owners into the building while maintaining their planned condos. That would make the process much smoother for my clients, have some potential tax benefits, and be a win for everyone.

As I reached Hector’s desk, I paused at a soft buzzing sound emanating from his general direction. As he chatted on the phone, I sure as hell hoped whoever was on the other end of the line couldn’t hear it.

“Jealous?” he mouthed as he wiggled in his chair.

I snorted and continued to my office behind his desk. He came in a minute later.

“Do I want to know what the buzzing sound is from?” I asked as I booted my computer.

“The temptation to make dirty jokes is strong, but I’m a professional. Hey, don’t give me that look.” He dropped into my guest chair on the other side of my desk. “It’s the back massager yougenerouslywon me at the silent auction last week, along with six visits to a masseuse at a fancy spa in the Pearl. A considerate gift to help me deal with the stress of working for you.” He batted his long lashes.

I laughed at Hector’s teasing. “You’re right. I’m an extremely generous boss. Can’t wait to find out what you get me for my birthday for putting up with an insubordinate assistant.”

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