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SEXY.” PRESTON WALKED into the kitchen, fresh from his workout at the gym.
Legare, so posh. My downtown toyboy. In low-hanging shorts and a loose shirt he
pulled up to wipe across his face. Baring carved abs, the thin trail of hair,
and an indent of muscles that led to a cock I built frickin’ fantasies around.
fucking fine in one of my natty tailored suits. Even better naked. But I had to
admit, the sweaty, ruffled, flushed-face look he had workin’ for him right now
reminded me of the way he looked after I’d fucked him hard and put him up wet.
get used to that kind of thing.
sex god to you.” I leaned into him, drawing his lips to mine with enough
wetness and suction to make Preston groan before I turned back to the stove.
smelled divine, and I’d been cooking all afternoon for him. My mother’s famous
cioppino, Caesar salad, crispy bread I’d made from scratch. Loved spoiling my
a restored carriage house in one of the finer spots of the French Quarter,
Charleston, SC. A nice walk through scenic cobbled streets to my shop. Not that
we couldn’t afford more. Being a mostly retired hit man and former Mafia
enforcer, as well as a bespoke tailor . . . I was flush. And Preston, the
executive assistant extraordinaire, wasn’t hurting for money, neither. But the
place was private, quiet, and we had our own courtyard where I liked to fuck
the holy hell out of him whenever the weather was warm enough, which was often.
you go take a shower then put your feet up? After you pour me a glass of wine.”
to join me?” Preston turned me to him, pressing his fine body against me.
Perfect hair. Nice cock. Great—fucking great—ass.
tempted to get all sudsy and wet with him, but I needed to finish cooking in
the kitchen before I cooked somewhere else. Capisce?
decline that offer, babe.”
have plans tonight?” He kissed me, doing that crazy good thing with his
tongue—which was pierced—that drove me absolutely up the wall.
voice rumbled out, way huskier than before.
and not in the good way.
that supposed to mean?” My nerves were already a little on edge, and I stared
been acting sneaky lately.” His eyes turned brittle and hard.
gotten your jockstrap in a twist all of a sudden?”
grunted—a sound of sheer annoyance—and pushed against my chest.
fuggin’ Christ, amante. You accusin’
me of something here?” Crossing my arms over my chest, I stood my ground as he
went all pit bull on me.
know who else you’re screwing!”
and utter shock ranged through me. Quickly followed by a burst of anger.
“You’re on my cock so much, when am I supposed to have time to find a random
I am? A fuck buddy. Your flamer fag? Your backdoor boyfriend?”
widened with every word he said, insecurity oozing off him—Preston—the most self-confident man I knew.
shut those gorgeous blowjob lips for just one second? Madon’, and I’m the one who’s supposed to have a temper. M’I
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