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Why didn’t he want more?
Was I bad at giving head? No one I’d been with had complained, but none of them were like Evan. They weren’t older and sophisticated and rich. Evan told me he never had issues finding men to hook up with, but did he even consider me a man?
He obviously recognized that I was a cis male, but he called me a kid when he didn’t think I could hear him. Was that how he thought of me? Just a silly kid trying to play with the big boys?
“Something that will knock everyone’s socks off when they see it,” I continued in a rush when he kept on staring at me like I was the only bottom at an orgy.
He tightened his grip on my waist. “We should,” he said in that rumbly voice I liked way too much.
“I’ll teach you one. I mean, obviously I’ll teach you one. It’s not like we need a dance instructor whenI’ma dance instructor. Well, not anactualinstructor. But I—”
He leaned close and brushed his lips over mine, effectively cutting off my rambling. His strong arms slid around my waist, pulling me against his firm body.
I melted against him and gave myself over to those deep, drugging kisses he was so damn good at.
I loved kissing Evan, but I couldn’t quite pinpoint why. Kissing him was different than it had been with other partners. Maybe it was because he seemed to enjoy it too? Most of the people I’d kissed had been eager to move on to the next thing. I liked the other parts of sex and foreplay as much as the next person, but I was a slut for deep kissing.
Evan gripped me tight and lifted me right off the ground.
I let out a little squeak of surprise, which he swallowed with another incredible kiss and walked me backward. He deposited me on the counter and cupped my cheek with one hand, and gripped my ass with the other.
Eagerly, I wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting as much contact as humanly possible.
Evan seemed to be of the same mind as his hands moved over my back and stomach, then he slipped them under the hem of my crop top to stroke my chest and upper back.
His hard cock pressed against mine. I rocked my hips, needing more, needing it all.
The shrill ring of Evan’s phone pierced the haze of my desire.
“That better not be Arnold,” I grumbled against his mouth as he froze. “I swear to Lucifer, I will answer that phone screaming like you’re taking me on a one-way trip to Poundtown if he cockblocks me right now.”
“You have my permission to do whatever you want if it’s him.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked. “It’s Vlado.”
I let go of him and leaned back.
“Yes?” he answered, his expression and tone grim. His gaze focused on me, and something I couldn’t read flashed in his eyes. Anger? Frustration, maybe? “Understood.”
“What’s going on? Is everything okay?” I asked when he ended the call.
The change in him was so stark a shiver of fear that moved through me.
“It’s fine.” He pressed a soft kiss against my lips. “Nothing to worry about.”
“Are you sure?”
He nodded and stroked the backs of his fingers over my cheek.
“Can you tell Vlado his timing sucks?”
He smiled, but only halfway. “He knows.”
“He does?”
“Yup.”
“Eeek!” I nearly fell off the counter at Vlado’s voice. “DUDE!” I whirled toward the door, almost falling again.
Evan grabbed my waist and helped me slide off the counter.
