Page 65 of The Mayor and the Mystery Man

“You okay?” he asked, probably seeing the surprise written on my face.

“Yeah. It’s all interesting.”

“Curious choice of adjective.” He stroked a hand down my thigh, bristling through my light leg hairs. “Have you ever been rimmed?”

Leo’s question sent my mind spiraling forth with lust-filled scenarios. My tongue went thick and heavy in my mouth as I pictured everything Leo could do with his.

“No.”

“Is that something you’d let me do tonight?” His hand slid down the back of my thigh, getting teasingly close to my ass before zooming back up. Hunger built within me.

“I’ve never bottomed before. Or really, any of this.”

“You’re doing great so far.” His grin spread across his face. “Dust, I plan to have my way with you tonight, but only if you want that, too. We’re still friends. We still talk to each other.”

Guy or gal, I’d never felt more comfortable during sex than I did with Leo. There was none of that needing to hide or pretend.

“Is that all you want to do?” I asked.

He shook his head no. “Don’t tease me, Dust.”

“I want to try having sex.” It was crazy when I heard it, but it sounded right, too. Start before you’re ready was a common refrain of business owners. Why did that mantra have to stop at the bedroom?

“Okay, then.” He cracked a lazy smile.

I could stare at him all day, towering over me. His chest had definition and tone, his arms were thick and ropey, but there was some dadbod going on in his midsection. Despite how much he worked out, age caught up to him, lending him maturity and experience and extra sexiness.

The best part, though? “Your hair’s messed up.”

He looked at himself through the mirror over the fireplace. His hair product couldn’t resist my hands and the roughhousing of two men in lust. Leo smoothed it back into place.

I shook my head no. I wasn’t here for business in the front. I was ready for Mr. Party in the Back. I put my ab muscles to use and sat up, tousled his hair, and bit his nipple for good measure. He hissed in pleasure.

“Didn’t your mother tell you that the more you play with it, the less you’ll have?” I said.

“I have good genes. I’ll go gray before I go bald.”

I pictured Leo with more salt and pepper dusting his hair, and another wave of heat hit me. I needed this man.

The sounds of the lube bottle snapping open and the thick liquid coating his fingers filled the room. They were the mechanical logistics of gay sex, but they somehow managed to turn me on. They added to the anticipation. As did the way that Leo’s eyes never left me.

“Mr. Mayor? As you were.” I threw my legs closer to my chest, showing off more of my ass.

A wicked glint hit his eye. He slapped the back of my thigh.

A loud gasp escaped my lips when his tongue made contact with my hole. It flicked on the exposed skin, circling my opening.

“Holy shit. That feels so good.” I was alive with ecstasy.

“I wanted to taste you before I fucked you.”

“And how do I—” I stopped myself. That question could’ve been real graphic.

Chills ran up my body as I felt his puffs of laughter.

“Good, Dusty. Real good.”

I groaned with want, my head spinning and hands grasping for fistfuls of blankets. I was on fire in the best possible way, his mouth lighting me ablaze.

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