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Excerpt:
“I don’t think you came here today just for the job.”
“No?”
“No. I think you came here because you want me.”
Had he been that obvious? Did it really matter if it was going to get him what he wanted? “Maybe. A little.”
“You know Alex and I are together.”
It was a statement, not a question, but Andy answered anyway. “Yes.”
“We have an open relationship, and that works because he knows he always comes first with me. Nothing we do here will change that. Got it?”
Okay, so Toby was saying that having sex wouldn’t be the start of a beautiful relationship. That kinda put a damper on Andy’s libido. However, he knew that sometimes Paul joined them on their weekend trips to the ocean. Perhaps he’d be invited at times too, assuming Toby hired him on. For now, Andy could live with that. “Yeah, I understand.”
“Good. One more thing. Whether or not you get the job has nothing to do with your bedroom skills. Are we clear on that?” Toby started tugging at the black tee-shirt that was only partially tucked into Andy’s jeans.
“Yeah, clear,” Andy replied automatically, practically bouncing with the need to do more than just cling to the man. He was harder than stone, and ready for a good pounding. Couldn’t they talk later?
Toby stopped playing with the shirt and gripped his face, forcing their gazes to collide. “I mean it, boy. Whether you stay or go, whether you fuck like a dream or not, this has nothing to do with business.”
“Got it.” And he did. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
Too many gays lost their jobs when their employers found out about their sexuality. This situation was just the opposite. He wasn’t looking to be hired on as the office whore. Whether they fucked like bunnies or not, Andy still wanted the job as Junior Architect but would take it like a man if he didn’t.
He’d really hate to miss out on the “fucking like bunnies” part though.
“Excellent,” Toby replied, drawing out the word. His chocolate brown eyes lost their cold cast to burn with lust. “So are you in then?”
Andy licked his lips. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m in.”
Toby whipped off Andy’s shirt and dropped it, seemingly unconcerned where it landed. “C’mere.”
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