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“I finished. He didn’t”, Brandon studies my face, “And for about 10 seconds longer than you knew the girl you hooked up with”.

“Don’t bring Katie into this”.

“Her name was Kelly”, Brandon says, laughing at my scowl, “Did you get her number? I could ask Jacob if he knows her”.

“Don’t”, I say, before I can stop myself. “Don’t do that”.

“Why not?” He rubs his stomach. “You don’t want to see her again?”

“No”.And I don’t want you to call your bartender boyfriend either.“It was just a drunken mistake”.

“Kelly and I have that in common”, Brandon shakes his head, “I’ll tell you, Di Rossi, as drunken mistakes go, you sure reach Final Boss level much quicker than other guys I know”.

His chest is rising and falling quicker than it was a second ago. “It wasn’t a mistake”. My stomach flips over. “Don’t call it that”.

“Why not?” My hands catch his, “Why does it matter?”

“Because I can’t stop thinking about it”, I reach down, and loosen the towel from my waist. It falls silently to the floor. “And I want—fuck, Ineedto do it again”.

Chapter 23

Behind Closed Doors

Brandon

My reply dies in the air, but every other part of me springs to life.

I’ve seen Parker’s body before. Masculine. Muscular. The perfect amount of hair scattered across his chest. The deceptive tightness of his stomach. How broad his shoulders are, and fuck me, the sheer thickness of his thighs.

I’m not breathing. I inhale deeply, suddenly lightheaded. My mouth is dry, and I gulp. A literal gulp, like I’m a cartoon character.

Parker hasn’t moved a muscle. For once in my life, I can’t think of anything to say, but somehow words spill out. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before”. Parker growls. “What’s different this time?”

The simplicity of his question stuns me into silence. My internal monologue, however, goes into overdrive.What’s different, Parker? Let me count the ways.

1) We’ve now had two sexual encounters together

2) I’m in love with you

3)You might not love me, but you definitely want me

4)You look so goddamn hot, I can’t count higher than four right now.

His dick, long and heavy, begins to harden. He’s not even touching it. What’s turning him on? Me? Or the situation? Or just the fact that we might get caught. Let’s face it, we’re not exactly in the privacy of my bedroom here.

“Carter”, he says. His voice is deep. Commanding. I’ve never heard it like this before. “Get over here”.

That’s funny. Like I can even feel my legs right now.

He reaches down and grabs his dick, running his hand slowly from the shaft all the way to the tip, and then back again. “Just in-case you were wondering”, Parker murmurs, “I’m stone cold sober”.

“Anyone could walk in right now”.

“Let them”.

And if it all goes wrong? Then we’d be done. We’d have to be, right? You can only jump into the fire so many times before there’s nothing left to burn.

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