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“You’ve met him before,” Booker says.

My jaw drops. “What?”

Booker stuffs his face with some bacon before talking again. “I remembered this morning that he looked familiar. He was in the bakery a few weeks back asking Lacey for his usual. Me, Nicky, Joey, and Toni were picking up breakfast for the whole club because it was Reed’s birthday.”

I relax that it wasn’t me who met him before and didn’t realize. There is no way I could forget Ian.

I don’t like this.

That thought is on repeat as I make my way up the stairs to Ian’s apartment. This is a relatively crime free town, but this apartment block doesn’t feel safe. Why is the buzzer to get in broken and the door on its hinges?

I don’t like it.

I pull out my phone and shoot off a quick text to Kenny. No way am I going to let Ian be put at risk.

I tuck my cell into my jeans pocket, and I look down at myself. Should I have dressed up? Is this a date?

No. I sigh.

He thinks I’m only here to help with his tattoo aftercare.

When is it best to tell the guy you are obsessed with that you engineered a situation to get close to him?

Maybe at our twentieth anniversary dinner.

Ian’s apartment door swings open and he stands there looking just as beautiful as he did yesterday. The baggy jeans and graphic tee have been replaced with chinos and a button down shirt. He looks good enough to eat, but I think I prefer his nerdy grunge look.

“I thought I heard noise out there,” He says, smile lighting up the whole dingy apartment block. “Come on in. Oh, those flowers are beautiful.”

I look down at my left hand at the bouqet of flowers in a vase I bought from the florist. I shove it into his arms.

“They’re sunflowers. The florist said they were pet friendly.” Ian leans in and closes his eyes as he inhales their scent.

Beautiful.

“Thank you, so much Rex. I don’t have any pets.” He motions me to come inside. “I didn’t have a vase either, so that’s really handy.”

“Don’t see the point in giving someone flowers and then they have to find a vase, cut the stems, and all that shit. Seems to defeat the purpose of doing something nice if they then have to do a fuck load of work to enjoy the gift.”

Ian’s eyebrows knit together. “Huh. That totally makes sense. You are a smart man Rex.”

I don’t really know what to say to that, so I just shrug.

“I’ll be back in a minute. I want to put these on my nightstand, so they are the first thing I see when I wake up.” He heads through a door off of the living room area and I just stare after him.

The thought of Ian waking up (naked, because this is my brain) and immediately think of me, has my cock plumping up.

Fuck, I need to be inside Ian more than I need oxygen.

I let out a breath and run a hand down my face. I really need to get a fucking grip. Ian deserves the best boyfriend, which doesn’t involve me acting like an animal in heat.

“All done,” he says coming back into the room looking a little flushed. “Shall we eat first and then you can cream me up.”

My brain short circuts.

He moves into the kithen, totally oblivious to the dirty thoughts he has just unleashed in my mind.

Thoughts of him covered in my cum.

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