Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 133886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
He felt ten feet tall at the gift he’d been given.
The silly grin wouldn’t leave Greer’s face. He ran the towel under warm water before cleaning his chest and limp cock. He let the water run as he toed off his dress shoes, kicking them aside, and pushed his slacks and underwear down his legs. Those were tossed carelessly on the side of the sink.
Greer wet and wrung out a third towel before heading back to Dallas. Only a few feet from the bathroom, he heard loud snores. He remembered those from the car ride home from the club. They didn’t bother him. On the contrary, they were part of Dallas and made his heart smile.
As he came into the living room, Greer drew up short, looking around the open space. It seemed Dallas had not only imprinted himself on Greer, but also his belongings. The room felt different, warm and homey.
Greer went to the side of the sofa and again lost himself in Dallas’s good looks. A desire to protect this sleeping man bloomed within him. He wanted Dallas safe and happy for the rest of his life because he deserved nothing less. Just as Greer was relishing the tender moment, another open-mouthed, god-awful snore pierced the peaceful silence of the room loud enough to startle Dallas awake.
“Don’t move,” Greer said, dropping to a knee. He swiped the towel across Dallas’s chest then back the other way.
“Shit, that’s cold.” Dallas jerked. The lingering effects of sleep were instantly erased as he lifted his head to stare down at the splattering on his chest. Greer chuckled, and folded the towel to swipe another way.
“It was warm before I came out here.” They were silent, but not uncomfortably so. He felt Dallas’s concentration centered on him as he lifted then cleaned Dallas’s flaccid cock. “Pretty amazing to watch the control you had over this guy. I’ve been battling my hard-on since we met at Club Indigo. There’s no controlling my rogue dick.”
Dallas tucked one of his thick arms under his head and continued to quietly stare at Greer. His green gaze worked its magic and kept the chaos out of Greer’s head. Dallas held him transfixed. He carefully folded the washcloth and placed it on the edge of the coffee table.
“You okay?” Greer asked as he pushed a stray lock of hair off Dallas’s forehead. The slightest of grins tugged at the corners of Dallas’s full lips as he cast a glance toward the dirty towel. “Ducky told me you were a clean freak. Want me to move it?”
“I don’t want anyone else to find it,” Dallas murmured. Greer settled back on both heels, pleased Dallas didn’t try to cover himself from his greedy view. Greer lifted a hand to Dallas’s oblique muscles, letting his fingers skim the length of the defined muscle. The comfort held between them.
“I live alone,” he said, wondering why Dallas thought differently.
“Don’t guys like you have housekeepers and yard people every day? Maybe a pool boy or two?” Dallas asked.
Greer burst out a laugh as he scrambled to his feet. He took Dallas’s hand, urging him up too. As Dallas stood, Greer reached for the washcloth and started for the laundry room, right off the kitchen. “Let me set the record straight about me. I have a housekeeper who comes in once a week, and that’s only because I’m too busy to do a hard clean myself. My lawn guy is also my pool guy. He’s here twice a week on Monday and Thursday because I need help maintaining all the landscape and greenery. For the most part, I don’t like people in my—” Greer came back into the living room, seeing Dallas adjust himself back into his joggers. “What’re you doing?”
“I’m getting dressed,” Dallas said absently, looking down at his pants. “I can Uber home.”
“No.” Greer cut Dallas off with more force than he’d intended, stopping Dallas in midmotion of reaching for his pullover. Greer grabbed it, taking the shirt and tossing it back on the sofa. He sidled up to Dallas, pushing his hands inside the waistband of Dallas’s pants. He shoved them down again. “Stay. We’ve only had a precursor to the real thing. I can take you home in the morning.”
Dallas’s heavy cock popped free, jutting straight at him, clearly liking his idea. “In the morning?”
Greer nodded, stepping into Dallas. He skimmed his hands over Dallas’s ass, gripping each fleshy globe. “Take your shoes off. I’ll take you home after breakfast. I make a mean omelet.”
“Greer…” Dallas hedged, skepticism wrinkling his brow. But he didn’t lift his joggers back in place or move away from Greer’s suggestive hold.
“I’ve heard that tone of yours more times than I can count.” Greer winked playfully and shifted his stance so his own hard cock lay next to Dallas’s, between their bodies. Then he started the awkward steps toward his bedroom. “Take off your clothes and decide whether you see yourself as a top or bottom. I’ll go either way.” Greer pushed the joggers lower.