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“I’ve been thinking about it today,” I admit. “I can’t decide whether I liked it or not. I was wondering if you were in the same boat?”
“Maybe we do have something in common then,” he says quietly. I can’t be sure he meant to say it out loud given the furtive glance he gives me before looking away again.
“I’ve never sucked cock before,” I say.
His mouth twists. “Could’ve fooled me.”
“A compliment?”
“If you want.”
“You’ve never had a man’s mouth on your cock, either, have you?”
“Told you I’m straight,” he says.
“So am I, and that wasn’t the question.”
“No, I’ve never had a man suck my dick.”
“Or forced one to?” I ask.
He glares at me. “I’m s?—”
I cut him off. “I’ll take that as a no.” I don’t want him to apologize. Ever. “Would you say you have anger issues, Drew?”
His glare intensifies, turning the burn in my chest into a bonfire. Being alone with him is different than thinking about him in theory. In theory, he’s a beast. Feral and barely contained—a threat. In person, he’s all of those things, and he’s hot. I’ve had twenty-four hours to think about it, and over dinner last night with Elodie, I discovered I’d rather be assaulted by him than have any kind of sex with her. A significant shift.
I chalk it up to desperation. Boredom. This caged-in feeling. But the challenge of it gets my juices flowing in a way I wouldn’t have predicted. My life is upside down. What better time to experiment with my sexuality, right? I’ve got nothing better to do.
Drew appeals to me on a very basic level. He’s like a guilty pleasure. Like an erotic lactation video on Porn Hub. Like you know you shouldn’t be turned on by it, but you can’t look away either.
“I came up here to bring you your breakfast and tell you this isn’t happening. I’m not interested in a therapy session, either,” Drew says with the expected amount of anger lacing his tone. “Now, if there’s nothing else…”
“Why is that such a difficult question? You put bruises on my neck—you forced your dick in my mouth. Just because I don’t need an apology doesn’t mean I’m not entitled to know whether I can expect that type of treatment again.”
“I don’t have anger issues,” he grinds out. “I’m going through some shit right now. Same as you. Although I’m more than willing to trade problems if your family will have me.”
That pulls a sharp laugh from me.
“Look,” he goes on, “You pushed me, and I snapped. It was wrong, and I?—”
“Don’t!” I shout. “If I want your apology, I’ll fucking ask, otherwise deal with your guilt on your own, don’t put that shit on me.”
“You are one piece of work, aren’t you?”
“Is that a compliment?”
“It is not,” he growls.
“Well, I can’t tell anymore,” I bite out, close to snapping, too.
“Assume it’s never a compliment, then.”
“Fine. So you don’t want me to suck you off this morning?”
His eyes blow wide, pupils growing dangerously dark in an instant. “Excuse me?”
“I’m offering this time. Or does someone willing to do it turn you off?”
