Up For The Challenge Read Online Riley Hart, Devon McCormack

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
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We got out of the car and began walking toward the elevator, which would take us up to ground level. I pushed the button and waited, watching him and trying to work through who in the hell he was.

He was quite a bit shorter than I—maybe five foot eight in his shoes. He had trimmed, light-brown hair that hung over his forehead slightly. He didn’t look like a ninja master, but I knew he was one. His eyes were kind and his smile infectious and…I was putting too much thought into this.

“We getting into the elevator?”

“Huh?” I asked.

“The elevator is open. Are we getting in or are you staring at me all day like you don’t know what to do with me?”

Fuck. “Believe me, I could figure out exactly what to do with you.” Because yeah, I couldn’t let a comment like his slide, and I wasn’t letting him get the best of me again.

His mouth dropped open and it felt really fucking good to be the one to shake him up for once.

“After you.” I put my hand inside the elevator doors so they wouldn’t close.

Sean cleared his throat and then stepped inside. I followed, and it only took a few moments for the doors to open on the next floor.

Huh. Take that. I’d obviously quieted him for a moment.

The bar was less than a block from his place and we were silent the whole walk. We got seats at the back end of the bar, where it curved toward the wall, which made it seem slightly isolated.

“Hey, babe. You’re looking good.” The bartender winked at Sean when he approached us, and I found myself frowning. It was kind of a dick move to flirt with Sean when he didn’t know if the two of us were here together like that.

“Good, and you?” Sean asked.

The bartender’s eyes darted to me. Nice of him to notice I was there.

“Oh, well, aren’t you sexy as hell?” he said and I smiled. I mean, I was.

“He’s straight,” Sean said.

“Damn it!” Bartender replied.

“Guilty as charged,” I added, which immediately felt like a dumbass thing to say.

He took our drink orders; Sean and I both got beers. I figured we’d have one drink and then be on our way. There was no real reason for us to spend more time together than that. When the bartender disappeared again, I held my glass up and said, “To heroic ninjas who save the lives of strangers in alleys.” Which was a big deal, especially after what he told me about his brother.

Sean picked up his glass and tapped it together with mine. “And to the straight men who appreciate them.”

After we each took a drink, I set my glass down. “What do you do?” I asked.

“I’m in marketing. I love it and I’m good at it, but I’m a bit of a workaholic.”

“You basically just described me,” I replied. “Only I’m an architect. It’s all I ever wanted to do. And of course, I’m fucking good too.”

“Of course,” he added with a grin before he started talking about work again. We went back and forth about our careers for what felt like hours.

By the time we finished talking about work, I realized both our glasses were empty. I should go. There was no reason for me to stay.…But the truth was, I enjoyed Sean’s company. It wasn’t often I met someone new who I truly enjoyed being around unless the plan was to fuck them.

“You want another?” I asked.

“Sure.”

I signaled the bartender over. We made the move from beer to Jack and Coke, which I wasn’t sure was a smart choice.

One drink turned into two and then three. Eventually we added fries and burgers.

“Oh my God, this is so good.” I licked my lips. “How have I never eaten here before?”

Sean laughed and rolled his eyes. “You might be a little drunk.”

“And you’re not?”

“Yes, yes, I am.”

We both laughed ridiculously like he was suddenly a comedian or something.

“Are you saying this isn’t the best thing you’ve ever put into your mouth?” I asked.

“Spoken like someone who’s never sucked dick.” He winked, and I blushed, fucking blushed…the bastard. No one had ever made me blush before. “You walked into that one.”

“I did. But pussy is good. You have to admit that if you’re bi.”

He shrugged. “I’ve been known to enjoy a pussy or two.”

“Are you mostly with men? Does it work that way? I mean, it obviously works that way but I mean, do you look for one over the other?” I was rambling and probably sounded like a fucking idiot, but the alcohol dulled the sting.

Sean took a bite, chewed, and then had another drink. “I would say I’m with men more often than women, yes.”

“How did you know?” Why the fuck had I asked that? The truth was, I had more of a reason to be curious about this than he realized.


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