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Good?There had to be a better answer than that, Jesus. We’d reverted back to old Rob, and I immediately missed the one who’d been with me in the shower seconds ago, the one whose hands had moved over my body like he’d discovered an eighth wonder.

“So you don’t have to get all weird like you did last time.”

“I know, and I won’t,” he said, brushing his lips over mine.

“Keeping it simple,” I muttered, and he nodded.

Right. Okay, then.Time to get a grip, Alex.

“Just saying phones are handy, you know? If you find yourself this way again, and want to ‘keep it simple’ as hard as you did last night, you just let me know. I’m game.”

He laughed. “You’re shameless.”

I was. And desperate for more of him, too, but I’d also known the score going in. He hadn’t tried to make me believe otherwise, so if the best I could get out of him were a few more earth-shattering orgasms and the worst was I got nothing at all, so be it.

“I’m young and horny and I get off like a motherfucker with you.”

“Mm. I’ll keep that in mind.” He kissed me once more and then reached for his shirt. “The house looks fantastic, by the way. Thanks for your help. Really, I appreciate it. All of it.”

This wasn’t the sendoff I wanted, but it wasn’t entirely unexpected, either.

* * *

“You got laid,”Tom said as I climbed into the truck that afternoon. “That’s the only time your shit-eating grin amps up to intolerable. Sad dude?”

“Quit fucking calling him that.” I punched him in the shoulder and pulled the door shut.

“Is he a top or a bottom?”

“Technically, there was no penetration. And there you go with your unusual interest in mechanics, again,” I said, then shrugged. “I think he’d do both, but it doesn’t matter to me, anyway.” Or in general, at that point. I was unlikely to ever know.

“Does that mean you’re a switch?”

My eyes narrowed at Tom again. “Are you writing a news article or something?”

“Excuse the fuck out of me, dude. I’m just expressing an interest in your life.”

“My sex life,” I corrected. “And I already told you, any time you get curious, you just let me know. I’ll be happy to give you your first taste of cock.”

He grunted derisively and I laughed. “For the record though, I guess I’d qualify myself as versatile, yeah. I get off on getting off, however it happens.”

“What do you think I’d be?”

“You? You’re absolutely a bottom.”

It was his turn to give me a narrow-eyed look. “Based on what?”

He swatted my finger away as I leaned and drew it along his jawline, “Just gut instinct.”

He scowled again and I laughed harder. “It’s not like there’s a right or wrong preference, it’s just a…preference. If you think otherwise, that’s just cultural indoctrination on masculinity talking, in my opinion.”

“All right, professor, class is over.” Tom pulled into a gravel driveway in front of a house that looked as if it had been built by blind elves. We both squinted at the numbers painted on the door.

“Is this the right place?” he asked.

I double checked the clipboard. “Looks like it.”

“Shit.”