Page 15 of His Temptation
I paused the video and went to the categories, scrolling through them until I foundGay.With my heart racing ninety-to-nothing, I clicked on it.
As the videos popped up, I saw some BDSM scenes, others with masks, and more vanilla ones. I chose one at random—titledGuy Gets Drilled at the Office—and rested the phone back on my chest.
A dark-haired man was in a suit, seductively taking off his tie as he approached the younger one—a redhead. Ginger grazed a finger down the older one’s chest before they kissed. I skipped forward in the video and let it play when they were fucking.
“Harder,” Ginger begged.
The dark-haired man growled and gripped the guy’s legs tighter, pounding him with more force. My hand went to my cock, and I started a lazy stroke.Am I into this?As I watched, I found myself getting more and more turned on. I stroked from root to tip, my breathing becoming heavier. I couldn’t take my eyes off the dark-haired one.
He reminded me of Emery.
“Fuck,” I moaned, my hand going faster.
Yep. Definitely into it.
I brought the phone closer with my free hand and stared at where they joined, stared at their tight abs and listened to their groans. I jerked myself faster, feeling my orgasm building. When I came, I cried out and my toes curled.
It was, by far, the best orgasm I’d ever had.
I tossed my phone aside, throwing an arm over my eyes as they started to water.
I can’t be gay.
That didn’t prove it, though, right? Just because I got off on gay porn didn’t mean anything.
After taking a quick shower and going back to my room, I clicked on the Netflix app and watchedNarutofor a few hours. But not even one of my favorite shows could stop my mind from drifting to the possibility of me being gay.
I had no real issues with it if I was—I was mostly just scared shitless of what people would think. Of what Ryan would think. But it explained so much.
As I drifted to sleep, I imagined Emery loosening his tie. I saw him backing me up against his desk and dipping his head down to kiss my neck. My breathing kicked up a notch as I imagined his long fingers unbuttoning my pants and dipping beneath the material of my boxers. Touching me where I craved him most.
More confusion. More fear.
It doesn’t mean anything, I told myself.
It was only a fantasy after all.
Chapter 4
Emery
“Leaving so soon?” a raspy voice said from behind me. A hand brushed along my bare side.
My body heated as I looked over at Jay. The sheet rode low on his hips, showing off the abs I’d just spent hours licking and grinding against.
“I shouldn’t have come over,” I said, standing from the bed and finding my clothes.
He chuckled and sat up, running a hand through his blond hair. “That’s what you said on Monday. And then again on Tuesday. You avoided me on Wednesday, and here you are back in my bed again on Friday.”
“Wow, you know your days of the week. I’m impressed.” After dressing, I sat on the edge of the bed to put on my shoes.
“Are you this charming to everyone, or is it just to me?” Jay asked with a smile in his voice. It was one of the things about him I found both pleasing and irritating—his carefree personality and humor. When I stood back up and walked toward the door, he got out of bed. “Goddammit, Cross. Look at me.”
I stopped in the doorway and slowly turned around. Jay stood eye to eye with me, the smirk finally gone.
“I know you’re dealing with some shit,” he said, stepping closer. “And I know it’s partly my fault. But your marriage was over before I even got there, and your son would’ve found out about us eventually.” He reached forward and touched my jaw. “This anger you carry around will only crush you, bit by bit, and I don’t want to see you crumble.”
“I’m not angry.” I batted his hand away.
