Page 42 of His Temptation
“We need to decide if you just want to fuck me or if you want something more. Your answer will determine how I proceed.”
“Why is it only whatIwant?” Cason played with the waistband on my boxer briefs. “What doyouwant?”
When he pushed his hand down my briefs and grabbed my dick, I hissed between my teeth and grabbed his face to pull him in for a kiss. He smiled against my mouth, stroking me. It was clear what I wanted in that moment.
Knowing my willpower was slipping even further, I gently pushed him away and grabbed a clean pair of underwear from the drawer.
“Help yourself to anything from the kitchen,” I said before leaving him in my bedroom.
WhatdidI want?
The closest thing I’d had to a relationship since Amber was with Jay—and that’d been strictly sexual. I wasn’t against relationships, but it was difficult to imagine myself in one with someone as young as Cason. Someone who wasn’t out. Especially someone who would cause an even bigger gap between me and Ryan.
Because if Ryan didn’t already hate me, he certainly would if he learned I was with Cason.
I had a lot to think about.
In the shower, that’s exactly what I did—contemplated my next move. Maybe I was overcomplicating things by overthinking the situation. We didn’t need a term for what we were; Cason wanted to explore his sexuality, and I was more than willing to help. He’d never said or even hinted that he wanted a relationship.
The virgin thing was really messing with my head. I didn’t know how to act around him.
After the shower, I wrapped a towel around my hips and shaved before changing into a dark gray suit. The smell of coffee reached me, luring me into the kitchen.
“You clean up nice,” Cason said, eyeing me over his mug. “Impressive that you look just as good in clothes as you do out of them.”
“You haven’t seen me naked, so how would you know?” I grabbed a mug from the cabinet and poured a cup of coffee.
“Hey, I’ve seen your ab pics on your profile,” Cason said, sitting beside me at the island. “And I got all cozy with you this morning while you were just in your boxers. I don’t need to see your package to know it’s a good one.”
I nearly choked on my coffee.
A self-satisfied smile touched his lips.
“Are you working today?” I asked, checking the time. I needed to leave in half an hour.
“I go in at noon.”
“You can stay here until you go if you want,” I said, not sure what possessed me to say it. But I liked the visual of him in my kitchen, wearing nothing but his underwear. It was a sight I wouldn’t mind more of.
“Thanks. I should probably get home, though. I didn’t bring a change of clothes.”
“Oh, right.”
More coffee. More silence.
“You’re awkward as fuck, Emery.” When I looked at Cason, curious, he grinned. “Just treat me like you would any other guy.”
“If that were the case, I would’ve fucked you last night and sent you on your way,” I pointed out. “Right now… with you… is different for me.”
“A guy’s never stayed over before?”
“Never.”
His smile widened. I realized then how much I liked his smile—how I’d love to make him do it more often.
“Think over what I asked you earlier,” I said, standing from the barstool and taking my cup to the sink. “I know it’s not as sexy to discuss these things beforehand, but it’s smart to talk about it so there aren’t any misunderstandings later on.”
“I don’t need to think about it.”
