I shake my head, unable to help a soft smile touching my lips. “Sunny assured me that report wasn’t true.”
Mac arches a brow. “And you’re sure her judgment is sound?”
I offer a wry grin. “Where this kind of thing is concerned? Yeah, I’m pretty sure. I think if she thought it were true the next headline we’d be reading would be about the receptionist who stabbed her CEO in the groin with a fork.”
“Yeah, you may have a point there,” Mac concedes. Then she rubs her hands together, anticipation flashing across her face. “Okay, I know what will cheer you up even more than alcohol—friend, you need to get laid.”
I roll my eyes, head shaking. So not in the mood to go home with anyone right now.
“Oh, come on Will, seriously—when was the last time you got some dick?”
“I’m not even answering that.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Oh my god, has it been so long you can’t even remember?”
“No!” I argue. “And what’s with the shaming? What does it matter how long it’s been?”
She lets out a dramatic sigh. “Fine. You have a point. But seriously, Will, you need to let loose a little. It’s been a really stressful few months for you. Time to just have some fun.”
I shrug and take another sip of my drink. “I’m having fun.”
She looses a soft chuckle. “I appreciate the compliment, but that’s not what I meant.”
And because there’s no stopping Mac once she has her mind set on something, we spend the next half hour with her pointing out every potential hookup in the surrounding area and me finding reasons not to go near them with a ten-foot pole.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” Mac chants, clutching desperately at my arm.
“What? What is it?”
“At the bar—sex in a suit. Oh. My. God. He is fine.”
I roll my eyes. “Mac, seriously, you can’t pull off that inflection.”
She lets out a grunt of annoyance and grabs my arm again. “Just look, would you?”
I turn my gaze to the bar and immediately pick out the guy in question. He’s leaning back against the bar, his body facing the crowd. His head is turned in conversation with a woman sitting at the bar next to him. I can’t help noticing the way his eyes are fixed intently on her, or the amount of affection in the smile he directs at her.
I shake my head. “He’s straight. He must just be here with friends or something because he’s clearly with that woman.”
“No he’s not, they’re just friends,” Mac says insistently.
“How could you possibly know that?”
“Look at the body language—he’s turned away from her, he’s not touching her in any way. That’s not a guy talking to a woman he’s planning to sleep with tonight.”
I’m still not convinced, but I can’t deny he’s sexy as hell so for the moment I just take my time while his attention is diverted to study his appearance. He’s tall and lean, his finely tailored black suit fitting him perfectly across his broad shoulders and narrow waist. With dark, tousled hair, sharp cheekbones and pillowy lips, he’s without a doubt one of the most attractive men I’ve ever seen…
3
Will
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I can’t seem to tear my gaze away from him, and I don’t entirely understand it. This isn’t like me. I don’t get mesmerized by guys across the room at clubs. I don’t mentally strip them down and fantasize about licking every inch of their body before turning them around and fucking them right there over the bar.
I don’t do random hook-ups.
That sort of thing is way more Mac’s territory. Or Jamie’s before he settled down with his boyfriend. But me? I like to date. I like to get to know a guy before we get into bed together.
But this guy? I can tell just by the way he carries himself he’s not the kind of guy who gets to know people. He’s the kind of guy who likes to fuck. And for once in my life I’m thinking maybe I’d be okay with that…
Who am I kidding, though? Even if I’m willing to bend my usual rule, there’s no way this guy would be interested in me. The universe just isn’t that kind.
But when his eyes land on mine across the room, I’m hit with a wave of heat so powerful it immediately sends all the blood rushing to my cock. His gaze is intense as it slowly slides down my body, clad in jeans and a well-fitting tee, and back up to my face, pinning me in place with the force of the burning desire I know must be reflected in my own eyes. Okay, so maybe I was wrong…
Eyes still burning into mine, he drains the remainder of his drink and sets the glass on the bar. Looking away for a moment, he says something to the woman on the stool next to him, who just nods. Then he pushes off from the bar; catching my eye, he nods discreetly toward the upstairs mezzanine area before disappearing into the crowd.
“Holy hell!” Mac says, and I turn to find her fanning herself. “Did this place just catch on fire or what?”
I shrug.
“Oh no you don’t!” She shakes her head adamantly. “You don’t just spend five minutes eye-fucking someone and then refuse their offer for dirty sex in a public place! It’s not polite!”
I burst out laughing, my head shaking. “Well I do hate being rude.”
I can hear Mac’s squeal of excitement as I make my way from our corner to the stairs leading up to the mezzanine. Yeah, that girl is way too invested in my sex life.
I find Sexy Suit Guy at the mouth of a dark hallway; he’s leaning against the wall, occupied on his phone. He looks up as I approach and slips his phone back into his jacket pocket. His eyes fill with that same heat from earlier, the corner of his mouth lifting in a satisfied smirk. “You came.” Oh, wow, that’s a sexy-as-fuck voice.
I can’t resist cracking a lame joke. “Not yet, I haven’t.”
He lets out a soft chuckle and nods toward the dark hallway behind him. “Well, we’ll have to fix that.”
I follow him into the darkness, strong hands grabbing me around the waist and pressing me back against the wall. His lips descend on mine in a desperate, hungry kiss that I respond to eagerly.
I tug his hard body flush against me, a groan escaping my lips as he thrusts his thick erection into mine. My hands tangle in his hair, his roam the muscles of my torso as we grind our dicks together, our tongues fucking with the same rhythm.
“Jesus…fuck…” I barely manage to keep the words to a whisper as he deftly unfastens my jeans and wraps his palm around my straining cock.
“Nice,” he says in a gravelly whisper that sends shivers all over my body. “You know how to use this thing, big boy? ‘Cause I need a big fucking cock in my ass right now and this feels just right.”
Spencer
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For the record, I didn’t intend to wind up in the hallway of a club with a random guy’s cock in my ass when the night started. And even when I saw him across the room and suggested we go upstairs I was still only thinking of doing some hand stuff. Maybe a blowjob.
But when I wrapped my hand around that dick I just couldn’t stop myself from making the request.