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“I’m definitely coming.” His breaths quicken. The sounds of his rapid jerking have me clenching for him, making my ass look its best.

“Mmhmm,” he groans, one hand gripping my left butt cheek. “Just like that. Fuck yes. Oh shit…Fuck.”

Warmth sprays my lower back, then I feel a second spurt on my ass. Another groan, and another jet of cum hits me. Four or five more have me reaching around to spread my cheeks and let it get all over me. He shoves his cock in the space I made and ruts through my crack a few times, all slicked up by cum as he continues to twitch with his own aftershocks and pant past his release.

Eventually, his chest presses into my back, and he wraps his arm over me, tucking me into his body. “Maybe we should have done that when you moved in.”

My breath punches out of me, and I close my eyes.

If. Only.

20

ISAAC

Iexpected to have more trouble finding Evan on the running trail. I was unsure about the window of timing, whether he would come, whether he’d have the dog, or how many other people I would have to look through. But it’s an unpleasantly cold morning, not many people are out, and I spot Evan and Apollo right away.

One day someone is going to ask me why this was the way I decided to go about having the conversation I needed to have with Evan, and I don’t know what the fuck I’ll tell them. A pace back from catching up with him, I call out, “Hey.”

He startles and turns around, not breaking his stride. With his hand on his heart, he says, “Jesus fucking Christ, you scared the shit out of me.”

His dog stops abruptly, causing us both to nearly stumble. We reach for each other’s arms to keep ourselves from falling over the dog while I apologize and Evan curses again.

I’ve seen pictures of Apollo but had no idea how big he’d be in real life. I stiffen when he lurches toward me, sniffing at my shorts.

“He’s not gonna bite,” Evan says. “Unfortunately.”

I frown at my assistant.

He gestures at the dog as I pet his smooth head. “I just mean what if you’d been a murderer? This is exactly how he’d act. Zero sense of self-preservation.”

Unlike his owner.“He’s gorgeous.”

“Thanks. How’d you find me?”

“Mostly luck.” I turn to face him and gesture at the path. “Don’t let me slow you two down. I can keep up.”

He huffs and looks so cute doing it, I want to back him into a bush and maul him. I want to kiss him everywhere, ruffle his hair, and make him scream with laughter. The idea of him leaving me has had my deep affection for him spilling over the brim since we hung up from our call. He could pull out an axe, start speaking in tongues, and I’d probably still want to nuzzle my face into his neck and leave several marks. I hated that he left town, and I’ve tried not to take it personally, but seeing him now makes me realize I haven’t gone this long without seeing him since I hired him.

Deacon is amazing, and I want him all up in my life. But he can’t replace Evan.

I know what I’m here for. I’m here to put it all on the line and get rejected. But maybe—if I can get him to understand that I’m only human with fears and insecurities of my own, then it’s possible he’ll give me half a chance. He’s barely given me a hint how he feels about me, and today I’m going to ask him to tell me everything. I’m so nervous, I’m nauseated.

I manage to keep pace with him as he and Apollo start running again. “I already know you spent the weekend with Deacon,” he says.

“I’m glad you talked.”

“Yeah, we…talked.”

I glance sideways at him, but it’s impossible to tell in the dim light if he’s hiding something or catching his breath, but I definitely noticed the hitch. “How was it?” I press.

“Please tell me you didn’t stalk me in Alamo Square to talk to me about Deacon?”

Jesus, he’s so right. “No. I didn’t. I mean—kind of. I definitely want to address the situation in general.”

“Deacon said you wanted to talk tome. Is that what this is?”

“This is the talk, yeah.”