Page 53 of French Martini

“Oh god.”

I kiss his neck and release him before I give in to the urge to drag him to the bathroom for a quickie. He runs his hands down his t-shirt and clears his throat. I’m very aware of the fact that he hasn’t shied away from the public show I just put on, and yeah, that turns me on.

“Come on, big bear.”

Lowen takes my hand and leads me to the bar, lingering as I sit on the stool. When he moves between my legs, I tighten them around his hips, holding him in place. A sultry smile appears on his pretty mouth and my cock swells at the sight.

“What are you hungry for?” he asks.

“You know the answer to that.”

“Something the kitchen can get you.”

“Hmm. I was craving wings earlier.”

“Anything else?”

“The fries.”

“Want a beer?”

“Yeah, a beer sound good.” He tries to move back, but I hold him in place. “I want to kiss you so bad.”

“Save it for me.”

“Oh, I will.”

I loosen my legs and he steps back, but then he suddenly shifts forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my lips. It would be almost chaste if it wasn’t filled with promises of how filthy we’re gonna be later.

Lowen winks and walks to the kitchen, leaving me panting for him. Midnight can’t come soon enough.

FIFTEEN

LOWEN

By the timeI step inside the house, I want to tear my clothes off and rub on anything I can get my hands on. Oakley’s antics had me twisted in anticipation all damn day, and now he’s just minutes from showing up.

I hurry up the stairs to my suite, peeling my clothes off and slipping inside the bathroom to freshen up. He didn’t want me to take a shower, and even though I really want to, I’m more interested in complying with his request. I do spritz some fragrance on and brush my teeth though.

Returning to the bedroom, I crawl into my bed and splay myself out on the bedding, listening for signs that he’s entered the house. He might encounter Stewart, who left around eight to come home and do some of his own work, but he usually lingers in their suite.

Just minutes later, I hear the heavy steps coming up the wood stairs and my stomach flutters. I blow out a breath and try to relax, but my cock is already twitching. There’s a soft rapping at my door, then it opens and Oakley says, “I’m here, kitten.”

I don’t say anything, knowing he’ll come find me where he told me to be. When he enters my bedroom, he pauses, his eyes heating as he takes in my naked form.

“Even better than I imagined.”

“You wanted me naked and waiting. Here I am.”

Oakley peels his shirt over his head, revealing that hairy, muscular chest, and flicks the button on his jeans open as he stalks toward me.

“I’m dying to get my hands on you again.”

The growl in his voice goes straight to my dick, and as I roll to my side, indulging in the sight of his body as he quickly disrobes, there’s no hiding that I’m just as excited as he is.

I thought he’d crawl into bed with me, but I’m not expecting what he does next. At the edge of the bed, he slowly sinks to his knees and clasps his hands behind his back.

“What are you doing?”

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