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I’ve always felt mystified by my friends’ enthusiasm. A night picking up women was a night when we couldn’t sit and chat.

Sex feels good, I get it, but I’ve started to wonder if maybe it feels better to my friends. Because I’ve never been as crazy about it as them. Entering some woman whom I barely met has always felt more awkward than thrilling, on a list of things I tolerate, rather than crave.

And yet now Sebastian’s dildo remains in my mind.

I’ve never done anal before. Women have always been sufficiently intimidated by my cock that I’ve never wanted to suggest it. Even if round, high asses are attractive. But everyone knows that.

I bet Sebastian’s ass is attractive. It looks high and round when he wears suits, the cut slimmer fit than anything Troy wears.

Blood pulses through me. My mind is tired and confused. That’s it.

Perfectly normal. That’s why everyone is always recommending getting a good night’s sleep. They probably know everyone would be thinking about crazy thoughts like this otherwise.

The room heats, even though there’s no electricity. I will myself to sleep, but when I wake up, Sebastian is no longer in my arms. The shower runs, and I feel cold and discombobulated as I step into the crisp morning air.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Sebastian

I don’t think Luke heard me leave the bed. I’m pretty sure he’s still sleeping. I slide off my clothes and peer at my hard, exceptionally unprofessional erection.

If Clark had any idea, I’d be fired immediately.

I shake my head.

It’s fine. I woke up with morning wood. That’s not shocking.

But I wouldn’t be as hard as I am now if I can’t still feel Luke’s arms around me. If I can’t still feel his hardness against me.

God, at least I scrambled from the bed before he could wake up. The man is straight. Straight, straight, straight. I need to remember that.

Gay men don’t joinSeeking Mr. Right.And though bisexuality exists, there’s never been any history of that with Luke.

I shouldn’t read romance into simple kindness. It’s great he doesn’t want to taunt me like Bryce, but that doesn’t mean he wants to do anything else with me.

I squeeze my eyes, but the only thing I can think about is how his arms felt wrapped around me. How his cock felt pressed against me. His super large cock.

My mouth waters, and I amnotthinking about sucking on it. That would be definitely inappropriate, and I amnotinappropriate.

I am Sebastian Archer, TV host.ProfessionalTV host.

I amnotimagining just how wide I would have to open my mouth to take him in. I amnotimagining swirling my tongue around his slit. I amnotcontemplating sucking on his velvety skin. And I am definitelynotimagining what his seed would taste like.

Because I know it would taste good.

Everything about him is good.

I close my eyes, and I hate that I am harder than ever. I have to sit next to him on a bus. I can’t be spontaneously getting erections. I’m smaller than him, but he would notice if I had an erection. The man notices a speck of black gliding around the ice. He’s hardly an absentminded professor.

God.

Why is this so difficult?

I stare at my hardness, willing it to go down but it only throbs. Pre-cum smears the head. I want to grasp onto it. I want to run my fingers along it. I want to play with my balls and grab my dildo and think of all the things I shouldn’t think about.

Sitting next to Luke with an erection is probably a bad idea. Especially since he would probably see himself as the most likely cause for it. I don’t want to feel disjointed and on edge the whole bus ride back, and I wouldn’t want him to feel awkward.

Really, you could say the professional thing—and Iamprofessional, would be to take care of this matter.