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“Thanks, babe,” I reply, brushing his hair out of his eyes.
“You guys wanna grab some lunch?” Everly asks as Cullen slings a sweaty arm over her shoulder. She doesn’t seem to care much either.
When Thomas and I glance at each other, I know what he’s thinking.
“Umm…maybe next time, babe.”
“Oh, right,” she says as realization clicks.
“What did I miss?” Cullen asks.
“It’s their anniversary,” she adds with a coy smile.
“Oh damn. Well, get out of here. What the fuck are you waiting for?” Cullen replies, shoving me on the shoulder.
Thomas rolls his eyes before giving Everly a quick hug and waving goodbye to Cullen. Then he links his fingers with mine and we walk out to the parking lot.
Aphrodite is there waiting for us. I toss my bag in the trunk and slam the trunk, staring for a moment at my hot as fuck boyfriend standing near the passenger seat. He locks eyes with me for a moment, shooting me a small smile before pulling open the door and climbing in.
After I graduated from college, I got a promotion at the shop, and after a year working as a manager. With my new skills in business, I was able to increase our profits and clientele, making Olympus one of the best rated and busiest shops in Florence.
The only downside to this is that it’s currently too busy in the shop today to take my boyfriend to the office and fuck him over my desk like I did for the first time four years ago.
Instead, I pull his hand to my lips and kiss his knuckles before yanking him closer to me and taking his mouth in passionate kiss. He groans as I sweep my tongue against his, and I feel this growing more heated by the second.
If I had known being in a relationship would mean having so much sex, I would have started dating a lot earlier than I had. But I remember the stubborn asshole I was when we met. Since meeting Thomas and having him to help me fully come out and experience life as a confident gay man, it’s been like being born again.
I let him take me out to night clubs and gay clubs…and other kinds of clubs. He loves that. Being fucked in public. Letting me blow him in front of others, as if he wants to show me off.
I’ll never want another man as long as I live. Thomas is perfect in every way, and yet he treats me like I’m the God. Like my scars aren’t flaws, but beauty marks.
He wants everyone in the world to know I’m his.
And I want that too. Hence the box burning a hole in my pocket and my tightly wound nerves.
“Let’s go home and finish this,” he mumbles against my lips.
“Okay,” I reply, reluctantly pulling away.
It’s beautiful out for September, so we roll the windows down, put on the chill acoustic music Thomas loves and we drive through town like that, our hands still entertained on the seat between us.
“I love you,” I say to him when we pull into the driveway.
“I love you too, babe,” he replies, leaning over to kiss me again.
After a quick peck, we climb out of the car and rush into the house. Once we get there, we head straight for the shower. Our dicks are already hard as we shed our clothes and climb into together.
When he tries to kiss me again, I wrap my hand around his throat and smile. “Turn around,” I growl, my lips against his. He licks his lips and does as I say.
My hand is still around his neck as his back is pressed to mine. He plants his hands on the wall and lets out a deep, husky groan that I feel through my grip on his throat when I reach down and stroke his dick.
“What if I had never walked into the office that day?” I mutter into his ear. “What if I had never fucked you over that desk?”
“We’d still be a couple of miserable pricks,” he replies.
Then I run my cock between his cheeks, grinding myself against him.
“Fuck me, Pax,” he rasps.
