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Oh. That was…interesting.
“Huh. Is that so?”
His gaze flashed to mine, and he smiled again. “Yeah.”
“How kinky do you usually get with your hookups?” I asked.
He tilted his head and gave me a confused look. “Well, I…usually take them into the back room at Molly’s.”
Oh, right. How had I forgotten that pertinent fact?
“Oh yeah. True,” I said. “So, pretty kinky.”
He shrugged. “Yeah.”
This was a one-night stand—a gloriously decadent hookup with a man who liked his sex a-la-carte, kinky and with many different partners. It would behoove me to remember that.
“It’s the best hookup I’ve had in a long time,” he said quietly.
I nodded, dropping the edge of my shift so it covered my erection.
“Toby, come here,” he said, in the same hushed tones, his eyes on mine.
I looked at him as I scratched the back of my neck and wondered if it was time to leave. I was clearly getting caught up in something that was supposed to be a lark. But that meant going back home to my dark little room and a house that smelled like booze, and I couldn’t fucking bear it.
Maybe letting myself feel more for Alastair than I probably should wouldn’t be so bad. I was tough. I’d survive. I’d ride the wave until we parted then I’d be sad, then I’d be fine. It was all good.
I joined him on the bed.
He caught me up in his arms and pulled me into a kiss, like I was the most precious thing in the world. And I have to say, it was addicting, this kind of attention. I let him seduce me and lay me out, and when his hand slipped under my chemise and wrapped around my cock, I didn’t stop him. And when he lay back on the bed and jerked me off while we kissed and whispered sweet things to each other, I pretended we had all the time in the world. And when I came with a shuddering cry in his arms, I promised to remember it with no fucking regrets.
Chapter Seven
The Light of Day
We went to sleep. It was easy for me because I’d come twice, I was tired from work and the excitement of a casual dalliance was fading with the remnants of my last orgasm. I drifted into unconsciousness in the king bed next to Alastair with the ease of someone looking for a way out. The luxurious comfort of an expensive mattress and top-of-the-line bed linens helped.
When I woke up to silence and the absence of another person in the bed, I wasn’t that surprised, although it took a moment to even remember where I was. There was a strip of light coming in where the curtains met, enough for me to get my bearings, and the clock said it was nine-forty-two. I flipped onto my back and stared at the ceiling in the dark, recalling our magical tryst and feeling an ache in my chest. I knew it wouldn’t happen again, and that I’d probably see him with other men at Molly’s. I’d joke about what a man-whore he was, while I sobbed inwardly.
No. Come on. I wasn’tthatmuch of a romantic. I’d be fine.
It had been fun, and there had been more than simply a physical connection between us, which, yeah, made it extra special and had been a surprising twist. But it was still a one-night stand, and thirty-five year-old Alastair Kenney would be fucking a different twink next week.Maybe even this week. And I had to wrap my head around that.
It was fine, and I needed a fucking cigarette. I slipped out of bed and had a good stretch, then ambled to the curtains and pulled them partly open. I squinted before taking in the morning view.
The room looked out onto Sussex Street and the buildings there, which I hadn’t had the opportunity to appreciate last night. The curtains had been closed for us when we’d arrived, and we’d been rather distracted. It would have been beautiful at night with all the lights. I leaned against the window frame and appreciated the view until the urge to smoke hit me again. I gave my limp dick a glare.
“This is all your fault.”
I found my jeans, digging the pack out of the back pocket. I probably wasn’t supposed to smoke in the room. Fuck it. I could just light up for a second and take a few drags. I hadn’t had one since ten-thirty last night, and I was dying. I guess Alastair was a good distraction from that habit because I hadn’t craved one until now.
I took a cigarette out and put the pack on the side table, then got back under the covers. I’d never smoked in such a swanky room, and I got a little excited about it for a second. I put the smoke between my lips and lifted my lighter.
The door opened and Alastair came in, carrying a paper bag and a tray with two cardboard cups.
“Good morning,” he said, then saw what I was doing and frowned. “What are you doing? You’re not allowed to smoke in the room.”
I rolled my eyes, lowered the lighter and let the unlit cigarette fall from my lips.
