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Naughty as fuck. Not a good boy at all.
But he wasmyboy for now, and there was no way he was going to come again until I did.
“You have exactly two minutes to get your sweet ass out of my bed, or you won’t see it again until?—”
Preston was up and off the mattress before I could even finish my sentence, and knowing how much he wanted a repeat did nothing to quench the lust coursing through me. Neither did the purple bruise I’d left low on his neck.
“That was quick.”
Preston’s lips quirked. “Lucky for me, I’m young and spritely.”
I took a step forward and wrapped my hand around his hard-on, then leaned in to say by his ear, “Lucky forme, don’t you mean?”
Preston groaned as I gave him a firm pull, then I let him go and moved away. If I didn’t get some distance between us, and soon, neither of us were going to leave this room.
As I walked to my closet to pick out my suit for the day, I spotted his pants on the floor. I reached down to pick them up, before turning to see him doing the same with the rest of his clothes.
Shit.They were crumpled to hell. There was no way he could go to school in them. Plus, they weren’t exactly school attire.
“If you’d like to use my shower, I could—” What? Give him a suit to wear? That wasn’t exactly Astor attire either. Unless you were one of the parents or teachers.
“No, I’m good. I smell like you. And that’s fucking hot.”
Yes, it was. As he pulled his underwear on, I had to bite back my disappointment, though the visual of him in nothing but those navy briefs was fantasy inspiring all on its own.
“I’m just going to head home for a change of clothes.”
“Won’t you be late?”
“Scotty is good at getting us places fast, and if worse comes to worst, I’m good at getting out of trouble when I need to.”
“Is that right?”
He shrugged, casual as you please as he pulled on his white dress shirt. “A while ago I was in trouble with you, and look at me now.”
Cocky shit.
I tossed him his pants, unable to stop my smirk. “Help yourself to something to eat. I’ll be down in a few.”
“Showering?”
I ran my eyes over him and at the last moment decided, “No. You’re right. Smelling you on meisfucking hot.”
Preston groaned and bit into his lower lip. The craving in his eyes made me take a step back.
“Go downstairs, Preston.”
He pulled on his pants and rounded the bed. “Yes, sir.”
I watched him go, because who wouldn’t? Preston’s backside was as appealing as his front.
I took that image of him with me into the closet and got busy picking out a suit. Once I was dressed and ready for the day, I grabbed my watch and wallet from the bureau and headed downstairs.
The aromatic scent of ground coffee beans greeted me as I made my way into the kitchen. When I spotted two traveler’s mugs at the end of the counter, I smiled.
We seemed to be making a habit of this, morning coffee in my kitchen. Not that that was unusual. For years now Preston had made himself at home in this house with Serena. Hell, I’deaten breakfast with him right here in this very space. Whatwasunusual was that the last two times he’d been here was because he’d spent the night with me.
Me.A man. Not only that, a man twice his age who was friends with his parents, and president of the social club that all of his inner circle was a part of—including my daughter.
