Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“Really?”
My brain blanked out for a second. The brain cells were starved for blood and oxygen because he looked and sounded interested by that option.
“Would you like me to give you a hand job?” Liam said.
I don’t think I responded with a coherent word or phrase. I just attacked my pants, opening them up and shoving them and my underwear to my thighs. My sweater was pushed up under my arms so that my cock was curled toward my hairy stomach.
Liam inched closer and ran a hand along my chest, threading his fingers through the hair before sliding two fingers along my cock. There was nothing dignified about the noises coming out of me. They were embarrassing and loud, and I swore I’d make them every damn time Liam touched me.
There was a tremble in his hand, but it didn’t stop him from curling his fingers around my thick cock and stroking. I let him do a few test strokes, learning the feel of me, gain a little confidence, but that was all I could allow. The idea of him volunteering to touch me was enough to put me on edge.
When I was too close to stand it much longer, I wrapped my hand around his and guided him up to gather some of the precum leaking from the head. We rubbed it down the shaft and back up. I grunted, quickening the pace. My orgasm built, bubbling like a witch’s brew in a cauldron. I tilted my face to look at Liam. His eyes were locked on our hands. His tongue darted out to wet his parted lips. A noise broke from his throat as if he were enjoying everything about this moment. And I was done.
My shout filled the room as I came hard. Hot semen shot across my stomach and spilled over our joined hands.
As I was coming down, floating on a cloud of bliss that couldn’t be better, I watched Liam pull his hand free of mine and lift it. He stuck out his tongue and licked some of my cum off his finger. I held my breath, waiting.
A slow, wicked grin spread across those perfect lips as he stared at me. “You know, I think I’m enjoying this far more than I expected. What else you got?”
Oh, fuck. He was going to kill me.
21
LIAM ROSE
When I strode through the museum on Friday morning, there might have been an extra spring in my step. My night with Rome had been even better than I could have imagined. I felt…lighter. Freer. As if some piece of me that had always been out of joint had clicked into place.
Sure, I was still nervous and scared shitless most of the time, but it was as though my feet had found the right path out of the dark woods that had dominated most of my life. I could see the light, and I was heading in the right direction.
“Well, well, well. Someone had a good night,” Emily teased the moment she saw me. She turned away from her laptop and gave the floor a shove with the toe of her shoe, sending her rolling across the linoleum to me on her stool.
I caught her slender shoulder and pushed her toward her laptop. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Unfortunately, I couldn’t even utter those words without a giant grin on my face.
“No! You can’t do that!” She rolled back, blocking my path to my desk as I hung up my coat. “You saw Rome last night. I can tell. You’ve got it written all over your face. Did you two get your freak on? What kind of naughty things did he do to you, and how much did you love it?”
I choked on a gasp that was half surprise and half laughter. “I’m not telling you anything! We’re coworkers.”
Emily groaned and rolled across the floor, pouting at me the entire time. “But we’re not just coworkers. You met my girlfriend. We shared Friendsgiving. I told you about gay sex.”
“You did not!”
“Okay. But I planned to tell you about it if you would have asked.”
My legs gave out, and I dropped into my chair with a noisy squeak. She was ridiculous and nosy, but that was part of the reason I adored her. She helped to make things feel less overwhelming.
“Rome and I went to the zoo last night to see the Festival of Lights,” I started.
She nodded. “That’s a nice date.”
“He said it didn’t count as a date. He wanted to talk, to check on me after everything that had happened.”
“Awwww,” she cooed, pressing her hand to her heart. “That’s so sweet and thoughtful. He’s an excellent friend. I’m so glad you got through all that past nastiness. It’s obvious he cares a lot about you.”
That I could not argue with.