Page 59 of Filthy Sweet

Fox:Hey man.

Reggie:Hey buddy! You and Owen have fun at the museum?

I refrain from mentioning that Owen is spending the night, since it’s unclear to me how boundaries work with this kind of thing.

Fox:Yeah, he’s an excellent tour guide. Your day good?

Reggie:Even better when I saw my best buddy and my brother hanging again.

Fox:Cool. Drinks this week?

Reggie:I’m slammed at work. Friday?

Fox:That’s when Owen and I go to LA.

Reggie:When you’re back. Don’t get Owen in too much trouble in sunny Cali!

I toss my phone aside. This is all good. Reggie is chill, in his typical, overenthusiastic way, and Owen and I are dating, or something. I’m getting what I want. It’s no surprise because I’m damn good at finding a way to get what I want.

So why do I suddenly feel terrified about this exploding in my face?

I’m scared of hurting Owen, or losing Owen, or not being good enough to love him the way I should.

Love him. The thought echoes in my head as I freeze at the bottom of the stairs, stunned.

No wonder I feel so fucked in the head. I’m falling in love.

Oh no.

Fuck.

Owen appears at the landing, looks down at me, and drags his fingers slowly up the length of his erection, hard in his panties.

“You coming?” he asks sweetly.

“Yeah,” I answer, my heart pounding. “Be right there.”

Chapter Nineteen

Owen

“Back it up,”Robin says, one hand in the air. “You did what?”

We’re in her apartment and sitting at the kitchen table, ostensibly so I can help her plan a lecture on genomics, although she keeps derailing us by talking about my sex life.

“I literally choked on his cock,” I say, proud of myself. “But then on the third try, I managed to swallow him all the way!”

“Third try, that’s great. I feel like it took me years to learn how to do that.”

“I have a very good teacher,” I say happily, then sip my green tea.

“More than a teacher, though. Like, maybe your first boyfriend?”

My nerves tingle. The idea of Fox becoming my actual boyfriend is almost too much to handle, but it feels like we’re already there. “The next step is talking to Reggie again. We haven’t because he’s been working all week, or at least we hope he has.”

“What does that mean?”

I adjust my glasses. “I’m worried he’s avoiding us. But Fox pointed out that Reggie can’t hide it when he’s upset, so I’m probably just being paranoid.”

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