Page 75 of Beautifully Complicated

“I assumed we’d be naked all weekend.” I defend my lack of an overnight bag. “Do we really need clothes?”

“Yes. I have a feeling you won’t keep your hands off me without them.”

“Says the man with his hands on my ass. Besides, I thought you liked my hands on you?”

“I love your hands on me, but my dick needs a rest period from time to time.” He gives my backside a little squeeze. “We’re about the same size, I’ll give you something of mine.”

Five minutes—and a pair of navy sweats with a white t-shirt later—I’m sitting at the table while Kier makes coffee, watching him move about with the same catlike grace he has when he’s in his element. Giving lectures on stage, bustling around the lab...his element must be everywhere.I like my own private showing though.

“Have you told your parents you’re going into business after graduation?” he asks as he pours the grounds.

“No.”

“Have you told them about me?” He glances at me over his shoulder.

“No. I did tell Conor though.”Kier Caldwell in sweats and a t-shirt is positively sinful. Look at the way those sweats hug his ass.

“Who?”

“My brother-in-law.”I just want to spread those cheeks and bury my face in it.

“So, that’s where my boyfriend’s name came from.” He chuckles. “I wondered.”

“What boyfriend?”Boyfriend?

“Stop ogling my ass. The boyfriend you gave me so Daniel would stop texting me.”

“It’s a gorgeous ass. And that worked, didn’t it. I don’t hear your phone going off nearly as much.”

“He doesn’t text as much, no. He does ask how Conor is doing and when he gets to meet the guy.”

“You can break up.” I lift a nonchalant shoulder as I grab one of the croissants he set on the table. “Tell Daniel the distance was too much but you’re sad and not ready for anything else.”

“One lie is plenty, I think.” He pours a mug and holds it up to me, but I shake my head, so he puts the pot away and joins me. “So, you told your brother-in-law about me but not your parents.”

“Did you tell your parents about me?”

Kier pauses with the coffee about an inch from his mouth. “No.”

“Why not?”

“I figured it would go over better if you weren’t a student at the university where I teach when I tell them I’m dating a man ten years younger.”

“Same.”

“Why’d you tell Conor?”

“He doesn’t lecture. Well, he does, but not as much. Plus, he gets it. He and my sister met and were married within a year, so he’s not freaked out the same way my parents would be—were—with them.”

“And what did Conor say?” Kier sips his coffee.

“The dude abides.”

“Seriously?” Kier reaches for a croissant.

I just shrug.

“Does he always talk in movie quotes?”

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