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“Good,” he says. “We need to talk.”
“We do?” I mean, I know we do. I just thought I was going to have to be the one to bring it up.
“Don’t fucking argue with me,” he grumbles, taking a seat on one of the barstools across the island.
“I wasn’t.” I snap.
“Look,” he says, ignoring me, “I’m in a relationship. I’m going through some shit right now, and I don’t really know how much longer I’m even gonna be able to live in this city. I don’t like you. You represent literally everything I hate. But you know all that, right?”
My mouth is tense, so I nod.
“However…”
I lift a brow. This should be interesting.
“I slept really well today.”
What?
“I had this whole ‘never again’ plan because I don’t necessarily like what I turn into in this place, but this morning…”
I cock my head. I’m listening.
“I fucking needed that,” he finally says.
Wow. His honesty is both raw and refreshing.
“I’m not gay—I’m not looking for anything here, so, if you think I’m trying to get money or something out of you, don’t worry. I wouldn’t take it if you stuffed it down my throat. But I do like the way you suck my dick. It’s better than decent.”
I bite my lip. I’m not trying to be coy or anything, it’s a muscle memory thing again. The memory of my lips moving up and down a hard cock slick with my spit. “I don’t mind doing it.”
“And what about…?” One of his hands makes a brief appearance to wave in the general direction of my neck.
I touch the bruises lightly with my fingertips, and his eyes follow the motion. “My favorite part, you mean?”
“You really are a freak, you know?”
“Oh please, like it doesn’t get you off, too.”
We have a brief glaring match before he finally grates out a single word. “Fine.”
It’s an admission, and it gets me instantly hard. I’m glad I’m behind the counter.
“You have to promise not to kill me, though,” I say.
“I’ll read up on it,” he says, with a slight quirk of his mouth.
“Legit sources,” I insist. “Not like—kinky novels.”
He scowls. “Do I look like I read kink?”
“What do you read?” I can’t help but ask.
He shrugs. “Self-help mostly.”
A short laugh rumbles out of me.
“You should try it sometime,” he says, and it’s a whole touché moment that shuts me up.
