Page 45 of Tall, Dark, & Ginger

“Cool. I was gonna hit the shower, but you can go first if you want.”

Wren shakes his head. “I’ll finish my coffee.”

I lean in and kiss his cheek, smiling as his breath hitches. “See you in a few minutes.”

He nods, sipping his coffee as I walk out. I don’t know why, but getting him to hang out during daylight hours seems like a big win. I think we might have a few non-sexual things in common, movie tastes aside, and I’d like to find out. Even if this is nothing but blowing off steam for a few months, doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy his attention as long as it lasts.

In the bathroom, I turn the shower on and brush my teeth while I wait for the water to heat. Did the thought cross my mind to invite him to shower with me? Sure the fuck did. I can just imagine what his soft skin feels like heated from the water andslick with bodywash, but it felt like too much to ask. He’s skittish sometimes, just like a rabbit, so I have to chill and not push too hard.

Besides, I already know this isn’t something either one of us should get too deeply attached to. When he’s ready, Wren will want a guy he can build a life with, and he deserves that, not a forty-something rolling stone. As nice as it is to imagine a future with Wren, my history shows it’s unlikely. I’ve clicked with other people in the past, only for the interest to fizzle out in a few months. Best not to go there and to make sure we navigate this in a way that maintains our professional and personal relationship when it’s all said and done.

But as I step under the hot spray and close my eyes, visions of waking up next to him every morning tumble around my head. Thoughts of pulling him in here with me, of washing his body and sucking him off against the tiles, of his sweet and needy moans, fill my mind.

My cock plumps with interest but I ignore it, choosing to save it for another round with the sexy man. I drag my hands through my wet hair, whisking the water out of it, and indulge in the fantasy of sliding my cock inside his tight ass.

Fuuuck.

I can see his face in my mind, biting his bottom lip, smiling sweetly as he mounts me, spreading my legs and pushing inside my rarely fucked hole.

“Jesus,” I whisper, shivering with desire and need, my hands pressed against the tiles as steamy water pelts my back.

I force myself to turn the water off and get out of the shower before I give in and jack off. After catching my breath, I wrap a towel around my waist and walk out to the sitting room, still damp from the shower.

Wren sits on my couch, clutching his coffee cup, still naked. He looks like a fucking piece of art, sitting with his knees bentand legs spread. His eyes meet mine and his breath hitches, his gaze moving down to my tented towel then back up again.

“You should take a shower now if you need to get clean before I get you dirty again.”

Wren visibly shudders, nodding as he sets his mug on the coffee table. “That must’ve been some shower.”

“It was.” I rub my erection through the towel. “I need to touch you again, rabbit.”

“Where?” he asks, rising to his feet, his own cock swelling now.

“Wherever you say I can.”

Wren approaches me, flicking his tongue over his pretty pink lips. “Would you…” He pauses, and when he reaches me, he drags his hands down my chest. “Would you like to fuck me, Rid?”

A moan escapes my lips as I nod, stroking down his back to rest my hand on the curve of his ass. “If you want me to, I’d be fucking honored.” With my other hand, I cup his chin, tilting his head back slightly. “But you’ll have to ask.”

He sways slightly as his eyelids flutter. “You’re unbelievable, you know?”

“In a good way, I hope?”

“Very.”

“Good. Go shower before I bend you over and eat your ass right here.”

Wren grins. “That’s a pretty benign threat, but I’ll shower.”

He pushes past me and I exhale, shaking my shoulders out to keep my feet in place so I don’t follow him like a puppy.

If he’s really going to ask me to fuck him, I need to summon every bit of restraint I have to make it good for him—so good he can’t stay out of my bed.

I’ve got a good thing with Wren, and I’m going to do what I can to make the most of our time together before it inevitably ends.

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WREN

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