Page 32 of Shaken and Stirred (Bottle Service Boys #1)

I worried Alex’s eyes would fall out of his head. “We live on different planets,” he muttered.

The remainder of the tour went the same way, with Alex muttering astounded comments about the differences in our worlds.

In the beginning, I chuckled and threw him the occasional wink, but by the third bedroom—yes, I know I did not need three bedrooms, but I hoped to eventually talk Vera into living with me—he’d begun to withdraw and do his grunting thing.

It was time to end this charade before I lost him.

“Okay,” Charlotte said as she neared the front door from the final bedroom.

“That is the penthouse. The building also has an impressive list of amenities, including a fitness center and spa, dry cleaners, a small convenience store, and a restaurant you can have delivered to your apartment anytime between the hours of seven in the morning and midnight.” Her sunny smile made me feel guilty for imagining throwing her out the window to get her to leave.

“I have to say the restaurant is fantastic. The executive chef is a James Beard award winner.”

Alex paled. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the door. “I think I should—”

“Great! Thank you, Charlotte. Where do I sign?”

She chuckled. “In such a rush. Don’t you want to tour the fitness center and restaurant?”

“Nope.” I tried to flash her a charming grin but, admittedly, didn’t know as much about charming ladies as I did about winning over men, especially when drunk and horny. “I am in love with the place and ready to commit. Show me some papers, and I’ll sign on the dotted line.”

“Dude,” Alex muttered. “Go see the other places. Don’t be stupid.”

“Nope.” I winked. “I’m sold.”

“Okay, great.” Charlotte didn’t need as much convincing as Alex, probably due to the commission she’d get for offloading the final space in the building. “Come on over to the table, and we’ll review the paperwork.”

I faced Alex. “Do. Not. Leave,” I mouthed, earning me an eye roll and a scowl, but he nodded and folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the wall by the door. He stood a little too close to the exit for my liking, but I wouldn’t push my luck and make him sit at my fancy new dining table.

My excitement grew each time she flipped a page in the rental agreement.

Every stroke of my pen brought me closer to being alone with Alex and his addictive cock.

At this point, I risked chubbing up every time I signed my name in the future.

It would bring me back to this moment of thick anticipation and need.

Charlotte flipped the packet closed with a sunny grin. “And that was the last one.”

I could feel Alex’s spine snap to attention as he straightened off the wall with a gasp.

“Great. Thank you so much for all your help.”

“Of course. It’s been my pleasure. Do you have any remaining questions for me?”

“Nope. I’m all good. Excited to get settled in.” I stood and took two steps toward the door Alex opened, waiting for Charlotte.

Eager much?

“Ah, yes, I can see that.” Charlotte’s sharp gaze bounced between Alex and me as we stood there like two idiots, staring at each other.

Her grin changed from professional and pleasant to sly and knowing.

“Well, gentlemen, enjoy the penthouse, and please do not hesitate to contact me if you need anything.” With that, she shook my hand, followed by Alex’s, and vanished into the hallway.

I stepped up behind Alex as he shut the door behind her. My palms went to the door on either side of his head, boxing him in. “Couldn’t wait to get rid of her, huh?” I whispered against his ear.

He shuddered, brushing his delicious ass against my erection. “You’re one to talk. You just signed a lease in a building you haven’t toured.”

“Mmm, so I did.” I scrapped my teeth along the back of his neck, eliciting another full-body shudder. This time, I leaned into him, pressing my pelvis to his ass.

“Fuck, Ryder, let me turn around.”

I licked where my teeth had been. If my cock wasn’t begging for release, I could have spent the entire afternoon enjoying the silky feel of his skin against my tongue while savoring the slightly salty flavor.

“What if I like this side of you?” I pulled one hand off the wall and cupped his ass, squeezing the meaty globe.

He knocked his forehead against the door. “Ryder…” The rumbly growl hit me right in the balls.

“There’s something about your pissed-off tone that just does it for me,” I said as I continued to fondle his ass.

“Well, you’ve heard it often enough.”

“That I have.” I tapped his hip and shifted back half an inch. “Turn.”

He did. Our faces were so close we nearly bumped our noses.

Our gazes locked. His pupils were blown, almost hiding all the chocolaty brown.

I could smell the sweetness on his breath from the iced tea he’d drunk with lunch.

My lips tingled as he exhaled against me.

What would it be like to kiss him? Would it be slow and sensual, or would we explode in a hungry fight for dominance?

I swallowed, and his eyes immediately shifted down to watch my Adam’s apple rise and fall.

Had I ever been this hard for someone?

One of our phones buzzed from wherever we’d set them down in the apartment. The noise was just enough to break the enchanted spell that weaved itself around us, but not enough to cut through the lust.

Alex blinked, then his lips curled into a wicked smirk. He looked down as his hands went to my jeans. Three seconds later, he had them open and dove his hand into my briefs.

I jerked as his warm hand encircled my aching shaft. “Shit.” Did his hand feel better than any other one that had touched me, or was I so lust-drunk that my brain was making shit up?

“Wait,” I croaked as he worked me over with proficient strokes.

His hand stilled but never left my dick. One of his dark eyebrows jumped to an arch. “Problem?”

“Take yourself out. Give me your cock. Let me see how hard you are for me.”

His nostrils flared like a bull ready to charge, but he followed my command.

As soon as his hand left my briefs, I reached into my back pocket, where I’d had the foresight to stash a packet of lube.

Call me an optimist, but I’d hoped this would happen after work again tonight.

Who knew we’d run into each other at lunch and find the perfect opportunity for a little afternoon delight?

I shoved my pants to my ankles but didn’t bother to kick them or my shoes off.

Neither did Alex. Next went our underwear.

We had to look ridiculous as hell standing in my new foyer with our pants at our feet and our hard dicks reaching straight out, but neither of us had the excess brain capacity to give a shit.

I held up the lube packet. “Prepared this time.”

Alex snorted. “Wow, pretty damn sure of yourself, huh?”

“Is there a reason I shouldn’t be?” I ripped the packet open with my teeth, spitting the torn piece to the side.

Alex’s head thumped the door as he stared up at the ceiling. “That should not be hot. Why the fuck was that so hot?” His growly mumble was most likely not meant to be answered, but I wasn’t one to miss an opportunity to tease.

I chuckled. “Because confidence is hot, and I’ve got confidence in spades.”

His gaze dropped back to eye level as he grunted a laugh. “Don’t you mean arrogance?”

As I laughed, I drizzled the lube over my dick, drawing Alex’s stare. The cool gel against my most sensitive skin had me gritting my teeth. I stepped forward, bringing our dicks in line and making both of us gasp. “Maybe, but it’s still working on you.”

He made a noise I couldn’t decipher, but it couldn’t have been that bad because he reached for our cocks. Before he could get there, I slapped his hand away. “I know it’s your turn, but I’m greedy. Keep your hands on the wall, or better yet, my ass.”

His teeth sank into his lower lip before he spoke again. “Figures the rich boy who’s used to getting whatever he wants would be bossy as hell.”

I shrugged. “My apartment, my rules.”

“If you don’t do something soon, it’s going to be your hand, your dick, and only your dick.”

I threw back my head and laughed. Who the fuck knew Alex could be so much fun?

Did he ever let other people see this playful side of him?

I’d known him for years and never knew he could joke and tease in this manner.

I loved it. Sex, of any kind, should be fun as well as hot, and this was the perfect combination.

“Now look who’s bossy.” But I did as he demanded and wrapped my hand around both our dicks. I wasn’t stupid enough to buck an order like that.

“Fuck yes,” he said on an exhale.

“Right?” There was something so incredible about the slide of two dicks against each other. Sure, I loved fucking, but I would happily get off this way again and again.

My hand wouldn’t fit around both of us, but Alex didn’t seem to mind. He thrust into my grip as I jerked us with fast, borderline rough strokes.

Alex clung to my hips, sinking his fingers into the sides of my ass. He massaged my flesh as though praising me with his touch for my treatment of our cocks. “Fuck, you know how to work a dick.”

I loved everything about this—the feel of two thick cocks in my hand, the constant slide against him, knowing I was making him feel as good as I felt. It was a sensory high and a power trip all wrapped up in one heady hand-fuck, and I never wanted it to end.

He bit his lower lip, making it puffy, red, and slick. It drew my gaze with a power I couldn’t ignore. Once again, I had the overwhelming urge to kiss him. To feel his mouth move against mine as we soared closer to the edge.

I groaned.

We didn’t kiss. It was an intimacy too far. One that would make this more than two coworkers scratching an itch.

But God, it was tempting.

Alex’s hips bucked at the same time his grip on me intensified. “Shit.” The back of his head hit the door again. “I can’t hold off. Your cock feels too damn good against mine. I gotta come. Tell me you’re close.”

The way he cared if I was there, too, made an unfamiliar gooey warmth spread through my chest. “Yeah,” I rasped. “I’m fucking close. Do it. Come all over us.”

“Oh fuck.”

My eyes locked on his face as he jerked against me, and less than a second later, warmth filled my hand. Bliss overtook his expression, heavying his eyelids and giving him the hottest fucked-out look in his eyes. Damn, he was gorgeous when he came.

I used his load as additional lube, and two strokes later, I followed him over the cliff.

Pleasure uncoiled from my center, shooting out my dick and joining the mess he’d made.

I couldn’t help but spread our combined release all over our dicks, coating us from tip to root.

If it was too weird, too intimate, Alex didn’t say.

He merely sagged against the door with a satisfied grin.

“So this is a pretty sweet apartment you got yourself.”

I threw my head back and laughed. “Glad you think so. The welcoming committee doesn’t offer this VIP service to just anyone.”

He tensed. Goddammit, I could have kicked myself. What the hell did I even mean by that?

After clearing his throat, Alex glanced down. “You, uh, gonna let me go at some point?”

I blinked. Shit. I still had our cocks in my hands like a fucking creeper or someone too enamored to let go. “Sorry,” I said as I released them and took a step back.

“Mind if I use the bathroom to clean up? I got class in an hour and can’t really show up like this,” he said, indicating his sticky cock.

“Yeah, of course. Whatever you need.”

“Thanks.” He yanked his pants up high enough to walk, then headed off to my powder room without another word.

I took his vacated spot, resting against the door.

What the hell were we doing? What the hell was I doing saying things someone would say to a boyfriend?

Alex was probably in the bathroom making himself vomit.

If there was one thing I knew, it was that Alex might enjoy getting off with me, but he didn’t like me.

He’d made that clear for years, not that I didn’t deserve it.

However, the conundrum I found myself in now was that I did like him.

I liked him a lot.