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“Fuck, coming!”he groans, his body tensing up.
I continue rimming him as the orgasm rips through him, my hungry feasting morphing into gentle kisses as he slumps over the vanity, completely breathless.
“Ah, fuck. I just came,” he says with a groan, sounding a little disappointed.
“That was kind of the point of me eating your arse,” I say wryly.
“Yeah, but I came all over your friend’s bathroom cabinet.”
I chuckle. “Don’t worry. I can guarantee you’re not the first person to do that.”
I get to my feet and prompt Jack to turn around so we’re facing each other. We still can’t see each other in the dark, but I can sense where his face is and I raise my hand to pass my thumb over his lower lip. “That wasn’t bad,” I tell him, grossly underestimating the situation. “Definitely a passing grade, but it could use improvement.” Then, to my delighted shock, I feel his teeth clamp down hard around the tip of my thumb. I yank it back and let out a bark of laughter. Before I can stop myself, I swoop down and claim his lips for a searing kiss. “Someone’s a quick study,” I say in approval.
“You’re such a bastard,” he grumbles, but I can detect a note of satisfaction in his tone.
I let out a soft chuckle and reach for the door of the bathroom. “This is going to be fun.”
11
Jack
This is going to be fun.
I can’t seem to get those parting words out of my head.
As though it’s a done deal that our moment of pure insanity in the bathroom of Alastor’s mate’s place wasn’t just a one-time deal. My dick twitches and my hole throbs at the mere thought of a repeat with Alastor. But we can’t go there again. We shouldn’t have gone there in the first place, except of course I did what I always do and acted first without thinking things through.
Sure, it’d be more convenient to work through some of the items on the list with him rather than finding some other guy—and I’m not even going to touch why the thought of finding another guy makes every molecule in my body feelwrong—but there’s a principle at stake here. This isAlastor King.I’ve hated him this long for a reason.
“Jack, did you put those orders in?” Dad asks, peering around the doorway of my tiny office.
Fuck.I’ve been so busy reliving Saturday night and pep talking myself out of going down that road again, I completely forgot about the task Dad set me this morning. “I’m on it,” I assure him.
He lets out a sigh, eyes tinged with disappointment. “They needed to be in by midday.”
I wince at the look on his face and the weary tone of his voice. It’s a familiar combination; he’s disappointed, but at the same time, not entirely surprised. My parents used to set me a high bar, but they’ve given up on that after the millionth time I failed to hit it.
“Sorry, Dad,” I mumble, feeling my cheeks flame with the knowledge that I’ve let him down yet again. “I got distracted. I’ll do it now.”
He just shakes his head and returns to his own office.
My dad owns a small freight company and I work for him helping with the fulfilment side of things. It’s boring as hell, but considering I never made it through uni, and I don’t really have any other skills to speak of I’m pretty lucky to have this kind of job security. Even if it does make me want to bang my head against the desk every five minutes.
I’ve never been one of those people with big career dreams. Nothing’s ever jumped out at me as something I’d want to spend every day doing. According to my parents, I have no direction. And they’re probably right. Especially when you compare me to my younger sister, who’s just achieved a PhD in psychology and has had several articles published.
Bà Ngoai—my grandmother—is keeps insisting I just haven’t found my purpose yet, but at thirty-seven it’s getting harder and harder to believe her.
Once I’m done with work for the day, I head to the gym for a couple of hours. I’m just walking in the door of my apartment when my phone goes off with a call from Trent.
“Hey, mate,” I say as I answer, unable to keep the mental and physical exhaustion from my voice.
“Are you okay? You sound weird...”
I arrange my face into a bright smile. According to my dad, a smile can always be heard through the phone. “All good. Everything’s great. Nothing weird to report at all.” Except that I attended an orgy and let the guy I’ve hated for two decades fuck my brains out. Oh, and let’s not forget the gaycest porn... I know I’m not supposed to be ashamed of that, but I can’t help it. I’m not Alastor; I actually care what people would think of me if they knew about that.
“Um...okay then,” Trent says with a chuckle.
Just hearing his voice makes me feel a little lighter, although I don’t stay on the phone too long—I’m too worried I’ll let something slip about Alastor. Once he’s done telling me about the amazing time they’re having in Switzerland, I let him go and get back to the issue of dinner .
