Julien had to force himself not to look at that tantalizing glimpse of nipple, though the thought of his parents did tamp down his libido a bit. “Apparently, they’ve stopped. They haven’t changed the way they live, but drugs are no longer a part of their lives.” He sighed. “It’s not easy to explain, but they both have…explosive personalities, and they just generate chaos. They especially fight each other. I used to take a lot of walks when I was a child just to get away from the screaming. It was either that or complete silence when they were passed out.”
“That sounds terrible.”
“They never screamed at me—just each other. And most of the time, they made sure I had some kind of food, but there was a time they both grew rail thin because they didn’t care if they themselves ate.”
“I’m actually surprised you have anything to do with them now.”
Julien shrugged. “They have tried to clean themselves up, and luckily, they only swing through once a year or so. My father did apologize to me for the way they brought me up. They always show up with gifts now, like they’re trying to make up for my childhood. But they never understood me and my need for order. So I think that’s why they never stay long.” He studied Emory, whose brows were drawn together in concern. “You’re surprisingly easy to talk to.”
Emory’s brows smoothed out as he grinned. “I’ve been told that before.”
“What made you settle in Seattle?”
“This job. I was actually, er,travelingwith two friends when I got the offer.” Emory laughed. “With over five hundred yearsunder my belt, I do sometimes travel when one place starts to bore me. But I’m happy here and have no plans to leave until I have to.”
“Have to?”
“People start to notice when you never age. But I mostly hang with other preternaturals, so all I really have to do is change my address after ten or so years.” He shifted back on the couch, bringing one ankle up to rest on his knee. “So, you have no hobbies, just work. And no girlfriend. Singular focused kind of man, huh?”
“I’ve worked hard to get my company where it is. To reach a place of comfort…and security.”
“And security is important to you.”
It wasn’t a question, but Julien answered none the same. “Security is everything.”
“It’s not though,” Emory said softly. “Living is important, too.”
Julien couldn’t help but look at Emory’s lips. They’d quirked into that wicked smile that played havoc with Julien’s senses. He stared at them, suddenly imagining them wrapped around his cock. His entire body flushed hot.
“You do realize you’re staring at my mouth an awful lot, don’t you?” Emory suddenly said into the tense silence.
“I do.”
“What is it exactly that you’re thinking about, Julien?” Emory narrowed his eyes, his body visibly loosening as he lowered his leg and leaned forward on the couch again.
Julien had never been the kind to beat around the bush, but his boldness surprised even him when the words came out of his mouth. “What my dick would feel like in your mouth.”
Emory’s eyes widened and he blinked at Julien before another slow grin stretched his mouth. “Ever done that with a male before?”
“No.”
“You are such a rule follower, and you do know that would be breaking a pretty big one? My company does have rules about that sort of thing.”
“I’m aware that it would be completely unprofessional, but I’m also finding that I don’t truly care.” He didn’t. He wanted to know badly. So badly that he was about to roll right over that fraternization rule. His hands tightened into fists in his lap.
Emory watched him for several moments before softly saying, “Come here, Julien.”
He stood, body still flushed hot. Blazing, really. Emory was so damned beautiful with his streaked blond hair and that ethereal face. And his attraction to Julien had been obvious several times since he’d come to work for him. He’d caught those gray eyes glazing over as Emory looked at his body.
Julien walked to Emory, his breath catching when the angel leaned forward, putting his face directly in Julien’s groin.
“Are you sure you want this, Julien?” Emory asked, his voice low and deep as he looked up at Julien.
He didn’t answer. Just unzipped his fly. It felt like he might expire if he didn’t find out what that mouth felt like. He took hold of the base and fed his dick into Emory’s mouth.
Emory’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked him in, his tongue teasing the head. His mouth was warm and wet, and Julien’s eyes rolled back. Pleasure shivered through him as Emory started a rhythmic suction, letting Julien slide into his throat with each pass.
Holy fucking shit, that mouth was incredible.
