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“Next time I lick your hole I’m shoving it in, Matteo.”
“As long as your hand is wet and stroking my cock, I think I’m okay with that tiny bit of penetration.”
“Fuck, yes,” Sean murmured, shifting to rub his thickening cock against my soft one.
I raised an eyebrow and grabbed hold of his firm backside. “Someone is needy tonight.”
“When it comes to you, Teach,” Sean breathed against my mouth, “I’ll never get enough.”
Chapter 36
Sean
a little over a month later…
* * *
“I’m sorry to bail on you like this.” Drake sounded disappointed, and since he’d never cancelled on Elite, I couldn’t be upset.
Even if Valentine’s Day was less than a week away and our employees were booked solid thanks to the sad, lonely souls wanting to be spoiled by men who were paid big bucks to satisfy clients.
“Don’t worry about it, Drake,” I said over my cell. “We’ll figure something out.”
Even if I had still escorted for Elite, I would have been off the menu for Valentine’s. Matteo hinted he had big plans for us that night but wouldn’t tell me, no matter how much I’d tried to manipulate him into spilling.
Drake exhaled loudly in my ear. “My dad rarely asks me to visit, and this time, there’s some big event or shit. Not really sure. He’s being cryptic as fuck and said I had no choice—I have to go.”
I got it. Totally. Unlike me and Pop, Drake and his dad were bosom buddies, and it had been a hot minute since Drake had last gone to New York to see his old man. I envied my best friend and the close relationship he had with his father.
Pop had gotten his negative two cents in over my quitting college when the family met for dinner in early January, but with Matteo by my side and holding my hand, along with my therapist’s weekly help, I’d learned to look at his poor ass in a different light.
Mom had told me he was just like his father, and while Pop acting like an ass couldn’t be blamed on my grandfather—men made their own damned choices—I knew where it stemmed from. The poor guy never had a father figure to build him up and offer him words of praise either.
It was no wonder he’d grown up bitter and angry all the time.
But not me. No fucking way. I’d broken that generational curse by snagging the hottest professor on the planet, a daddy type who treated me like a king.
Life. Was. Good.
“It’s time you took a break anyway,” I told Drake, getting back to the matter at hand. “You’ve been booking without one for going on two years.”
“What can I say? I like my job,” he said with a hint of lightness in his tone our entire conversation had lacked.
I used to enjoy the fuck out of escorting too until the sexiest man on the face of the earth tied me down.
Best decision I’d ever made.
“Give me a holler when you’re back in town, and I’ll have BetsyAnne hook you up with some of our best tipping customers.”
“Will do, Sean. Thanks again, man.”
“No problem,” I assured him but wasn’t really sure. But, I would take care of shit, same as I’d been doing since quitting school. I’d stepped up to the plate for Micah, especially since Jasmine still had morning sickness plaguing the hell out of her. Poor big sis—I didn’t know how she handled being nauseous twenty-four-seven for so damn long. Just…ugh. Two months of those damn stomach issues had about done me in.
But both she and Micah were madly in love with the baby girl growing in her belly, and I expected the second they finally got their hands on the little princess, they would say it had been worth every second of discomfort.
Thank fuck I had a dick and not a uterus.
I shuddered even thinking about pushing an eight pound?—
