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I believed her since she’d proven herself as my secretary.
Pain ripped through my guts after we hung up, and I spewed a few curses into the silence inside my car. I probably had an ulcer the size of a hockey puck.
Couldn’t one thing go right in my life? My plate was fucking full. I couldn’t even find a few spare minutes for the gym, for fuck’s sake!
“Goddamnit!” I slammed my fist onto my steering wheel again, nauseous as hell, a migraine brewing behind my eyes.
Something had to give in order for me to not lose my sanity while attending classes atop work—which I had somehow seriously fucked up a week after Micah left the country, putting me in charge.
Balancing it all was proving to be hard as fuck, damn near impossible for my scattered brain.
Jesus fucking Christ.
For the first time since I’d decided to try my hand at college again, I questioned my choice. Was showing Pop that I had everything to classify me as good a man as Micah worth it? Because I’d been falling short since that B+, no matter how I tried otherwise.
I remembered a lifetime of being compared to my brother and always found lacking—the driving force for me to get that damned MBA when I’d failed in my first go-round. I needed validation. Wanted it more than anything.
“Fuck yeah, it’s worth it,” I growled at myself even though my gut didn’t trust the statement.
And the mess boiling around Elite?
I would figure shit out. Had to.
Or I’d prove myself a failure to Micah and all our employees as well.
Chapter 14
Matteo
I’d woken that Wednesday with a raging hard-on that refused to wilt on its own. Vivid dreams had inspired my body’s wakefulness, and no matter what I did or didn’t do prior to crawling into bed, I couldn’t stop the straining morning wood from happening.
But it hadn’t been soft flesh and feminine curves haunting me during the night that moved my hand down over my stomach before the sunrise. It wasn’t Katie’s eyes like I used to see while fisting my cock. She’d been replaced in my dreams by a young man full of sass and brilliant light who kissed with life-giving passion.
Lean muscle and wide shoulders moved beneath me in my mind’s eye regardless of the guilt wanting to creep in and stop me from pleasuring myself. A backside made for plundering became my focus as it always did when I failed to stay faithful to the memory of Katie. My strokes intensified with firm intent. He was warm and tight in my fantasy, a perfect sleeve of lubed slickness to take my entire length deep inside his body.
My breath had caught that morning over the thought of his scruff on my face as I devoured his mouth. Tasting. Owning.
I’d grunted while releasing over my flexing abs, repeating my obsession’s name with every spurt on my skin.
Sean.
The boy who’d promised to be good, the flirt who’d kept his lips shut but used his eyes to speak to me without care of being found out by those around him. Hunger radiated from him when I’d made the mistake of allowing our eyes to connect. His knowing, secretive smile as though telling me he thought about me earlier that morning as much as I did him. He’d shifted on his seat as though the mere clashing of our eyes had hardened his cock.
Sean exercised more restraint than I’d expected upon first meeting him, but he pushed buttons that morning as his voice had taken part in tearing down my stoic reserve.
His questioning if I’d been behaving or thinking about him on his knees for me created cracks in the walls I’d attempted to build in order to keep my job and my sense of loyalty to Katie.
“Excuse me, please,” was all I’d managed to rasp from my working throat before turning away.
Cursing, I strode up the hallway, needing space to escape the temptation of him. His stare burned my backside, and I longed to spin back around, to tell him how badly I wanted him, how he haunted my dreams while sleeping and awake, fidelity and propriety be damned.
For the previous year, I’d honestly tried to get back into the land of the living, Hanson and Albert attempting to help, but I hadn’t found anything to interest me. None of their outings, not a single suggestion to set me up on a blind date with a woman had stirred desire inside me.
But Sean did so in spades.
Sexuality was definitely fluid, but strangely, only he pulled my attention in such a way.
Every day since that heated moment in my office, I had covertly checked out other male students of all shapes and sizes, coloring too. I could admit to many being good-looking, but zero trace of sexual-related need buzzed through my blood. Not a lick of lust suggested I rip off their clothes, slam them against walls, or bite the sly smirks off their lips.
