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Well, fuck.If he’s cracking that door open, I am going to bust right on in.
I give him my best grin.The one that gets me laid.The one that makes my clients think I’m charming when I’m not.
“Tell me more about this best night of your life, and how would this guy hypothetically get a chance to take a shower with you again?”Flirting with him is the worst idea in the world.I’ve already crossed so many lines with him, though.
And WHY is he so sexy when he’s embarrassed?Face red, head down, lips bitten together.I can’t fucking handle it.
Did I mention he’s wearing glasses?Wire-rimmed.Gold frames.The sight of him like this gives me chills.Delicious.
“The fact that Marina and I had a twenty-four-seven relationship, that’s not weird to you?”
I think back to that earlier conversation on the group chat.“Were you happy?”
His answer is a deep breath that he lets out slowly.“I…”
I’m straining to hear the end of a sentence that doesn’t come.
For a little while, he’s gazing at something off in the distance.The night we spent together, I mostly watched him while he slept, but during my snooping I noticed a picture of his late wife on the dresser.Is that what he’s looking at now?Or is he lost in a memory?
“For the most part,” he says after a minute.
I want to know more.I want to know what parts he wasn’t happy with.I want to fill in those holes with myself and make it so he’s never lonely again.
Right now, though, I have a different thought.
“You know what I just realized?You said you don’t sleep much.But you slept the whole night I spent at your place.”
That’s definitely not a thing friends say.I’m torn between wanting to walk it back and wanting to give myself a trophy for giving the guy who hasn’t slept in a year a solid night’s rest.
“The power of orgasms, I guess.”His entire neck turns red.
“Sounds like a good J-O session would help you out right now.”One of my foster mothers would’ve said the devil has my tongue right now.She’d be right.
He shrugs.“I don’t know…”
My brain supplies the helpful suggestion that I should sit up in bed.Show him more of my body.Even if I’m not extremely built like some guys, I do okay.I work out regularly since escorting requires a certain amount of focus on my appearance.
His eyes widen when I sit up.I angle the camera so he can see where the pooled fabric has come down, so it’s barely but not quite covering my hips, and my dick, which is very hard.
“Like what you see, Fallon?”
His eyes go all hooded.“Yes, PJ, I do.”
“Good.I like what I’m seeing a lot, so you know.I’m going to need more.”
He fumbles with the camera, giving me a magnificent view of his lower body.He’s watching me back as intensely as I’m watching him, which I like a lot more than I should.
“What…do you want me to do?”He’s already a little breathless.
I like that more than I should too.
“Show me what’s causing that tent in your shorts, big guy.First time I’ve been this turned on by another guy’s dick, and I didn’t get to see enough of it during our shower.If you think about it, you kind of owe me.”
He’s biting his lip (hot), but he’s frowning like I’ve said something that bothers him, and I don’t know if I’ve pushed too much.I’m rewarded when he reaches down and fishes his stiff cock out of his boxers.
“Boy, are you big,” I murmur.
More blushing.“I’m six-two and two hundred pounds.It’s proportional to the rest of me.”
