Up For The Challenge Read Online Riley Hart, Devon McCormack

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
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“I’ll take care of those needs after I get back tomorrow afternoon,” I assured him. “But you’re going to have to take me out to dinner because I’m going to be real hungry.”

“I’m going to be hungry too,” Ethan said, “Though I’m not sure if it’s for the same thing.”

Laughter erupted from me as I sat back against the car seat, not in any rush to get out of the parking garage, just wanting to fully enjoy my conversation with him.

“Oh, shit,” he said. “I’m getting a call from one of our contractors. Let me take this, and I’ll talk to you later. Oh, and in case you’re wondering, I may give you shit about it, but I’m not planning on fucking around with anyone while you’re gone—guy or girl. I’m getting more than what I need with what we’re doing, but if you gotta get rid of an itch or something tonight, feel free. I’m not the kind to do the whole jealous thing.”

However, clearly I was the kind to do the whole jealous thing.

“Okay, talk to you later,” I said and after we finished our chat, I found myself feeling uneasy.

It was bizarre how worked up I got over the thought of him messing around with some other guy. I shouldn’t have. He had every right to, but for some reason, I felt like since I was the one who’d stirred up those feelings with him, I deserved to be the one to enjoy Ethan’s experimentation.

I went out with Lee that night, and we threw back some drinks before we stumbled to the hotel and passed out. The following night, Ethan and I met up at one of my favorite restaurants in WeHo, and we caught up about work stuff before he said, “I liked the whole jealous boyfriend act yesterday, by the way. It was cute.”

“That’s not fair to call it that.”

“That’s what it was, wasn’t it? I mean, aren’t we a little early to be talking about being exclusive? I’ve never done that before. Not sure how I even feel about it.”

“It’s not that. Hell, I haven’t had a fucking exclusive talk with someone since college. But I will admit, if I find out you let someone else back there before me, I’m gonna be a little pissed.”

“Why?” he asked, a whimsical grin across his face. “What if I don’t even like you that much?”

“Shut up. You can’t even pretend that you don’t want it with me. I’m just saying, considering I’m the one who showed you what that was all about to begin with, I kind of think you owe me.”

“Oh, I owe you now?” He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. The way he looked at me, it was like he could tell that he knew he was winning since he knew exactly how he could get to me…my fucking weakness.

“God, it’s like you peeked at my cards and now you’re using it against me.”

“More like you showed me your cards and are starting to regret it. And I have to say, I’m enjoying having the upper hand for a change. Definitely wasn’t like this in the beginning.”

“I liked things more in the beginning.”

“I bet you did. Now hurry up and finish your steak salad because your jealous ass has been leaving me blue-balling.” He winked.

And goddammit, as much as he was getting under my skin, the way he was doing it made me hard as fuck.

I segued the conversation into something that didn’t annoy me quite as much. I told him about some of the places we went to in Detroit, and he talked about some projects he’d designed out there. We kept on like that as we headed back to my place, where I cleaned up in the bathroom. When I headed back into the living room, he was sitting on the couch, the remote at his side.

The TV played some show on the History Channel, featuring wide shots of a camera panning through the interior of what looked like a church.

I planted down beside him. “What’s this?” I asked.

“Some documentary series I found. You ever been to Barcelona?”

“No. Why?”

“This is the Sagrada Família—one of the architectural wonders of the world. My dad used to tell me he was going to take me there one day.”

“So you’ve gone?”

“I haven’t had a chance yet, but I plan to. Hell, I feel like I’ve been neglecting my responsibility as an architect by not going. Churches in general can be incredibly intricate in their design, but the Sagrada Família takes it to a whole other level. They started building it in the 1800s and don’t plan on finishing it until at least 2026. It’s going to take the Spanish longer to build this church than it took the Egyptians to build the pyramids.”


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