Page 33 of The Mayor and the Mystery Man

I pulled my dick from my underwear and full-on jerked off, my dick swelling with desire. Desire for, uh, research.

I tugged at my balls, felt their weight in my hand. I rubbed my thumb over my head, biting back a groan. Leo’s sizzling smirk stared back at me.

I wanted…I didn’t want to say. Because there was no way it was happening.

But fuck, he was good-looking.

I was like a fucking teenager again, quietly sneaking a wank and praying to God nobody heard me. I hoped I was quieter than my former roommate.

My balls drew up, and I rubbed my hand back and forth harder against my package until I soaked my stomach with come. It trickled in between my thighs and sack, coating me in sticky warmth. My heart rate came down to regular levels.

I could’ve sworn the smile in Leo’s picture changed to one of shit-eating victory.

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The next morning,the sounds of footsteps on the creaky floorboards woke me up early, before the sun had even come up. I tried to ignore them, but they were persistent like woodpeckers. I left the bed to go to the bathroom, giving my suitcase, which contained my come-crusted underwear, the evil eye.

“Good morning.” Leo passed me in the hallway decked out in a black running shirt and running shorts, accentuating his muscles and figure. He had a spring to his step as he jaunted down the stairs.

Did Leo even realize how attractive he was? Besides being in good shape, it was the little moments when he showed new cute sides to him.

“Don’t mind me. I’m gonna try and go back to sleep.”

“Really?” Leo said, almost as a challenge.

“It’s five-thirty in the morning,” I whisper-yelled since there were other people in this house smartly asleep. I followed him into the kitchen.

“One of these days, I’m going to break you from being a late sleeper.”

“Five-thirty is sleeping in?”

“By nine—”

“—the day is over.” I shook my head and laughed at this common Leoism, one he’d been saying since trying to convince me to wake up for early study sessions. Were it not for a mandatory class or kegs n’ eggs, no college student wakes up before ten of their own free will.

“Nobody says that except morning show hosts,” I said. “In fact, most sane people agree that nine is when the day usually begins.”

“Slackers.” Leo stretched an arm across his chest to limber up.

I rolled my eyes. “Sleep is the most important part of the day.”

“First thing in the morning is the perfect time to run.” Leo pulled his leg into a quad stretch, holding onto the wall for balance. “It’s beautiful out there. Sun coming up. Quiet. Peace.”

“You know what else is quiet and peaceful? Sleep.”

“You had plenty of sleep. You turned in early last night.”

Instantly, heat crept up my neck. I might’ve been in my room, but I was not sleeping. I prayed he never checked my browsing history.

“Join me,” Leo said.

“For a run?”

“It’ll be fun.”

“Exercise is not fun.” Fortunately, carpentry was an active profession. I was on my feet and working, so I didn’t have to worry about doing soul-crushing, numbing exercises to keep my body from atrophying.

“Didn’t you use to run on the beach?”

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