little, and my first reaction was disappointment, thinking he was pulling away. Out of habit, I anticipated the elbow and disgusted “get off of me,” but neither came. Instead he moved closer to me, bringing our joined hands up to his lips.
“Morning,” I whispered, kissing his shoulder again.
“Morning.” The warm softness of his lips against my fingers took my breath away.
He rolled onto his back and smiled at me. Propping myself up with my elbow, I rested my head on my hand. I touched his face, running my fingers along the coarse stubble of his jaw. He did the same, and I bent to kiss him gently.
He looked at me, then laughed.
Cocking my head, I asked, “What?”
He shook his head. “I was just thinking.”
“About?”
“I just think it’s funny.” He ran his fingertips along the underside of my jaw. “We’ve made it into bed twice, and I still don’t know a thing about you besides your name.”
I chuckled and looked around the room. “Well, now you know where I live.”
“Yes, and you know where I live,” he said. “And I know what kind of car you drive.”
“You won’t tell anyone, will you?”
“Our little secret,” he said in a stage whisper.
“Good.” I stroked the side of his face, then let my hand rest on his chest. “So what do you want to know?”
He shrugged. “Anything, really. I just want to get to know you.”
“So you haven’t looked me up online to see if I’m some sort of sexual predator?”
“Dustin, you can’t fool me.” He winked. “You’re not a sexual predator.” Trailing a finger along my collarbone, he wetted his lips. “If anything, I was the predator.”
“So that makes me sexual prey?”
“It makes you my prey.” He kissed me lightly, then let his head fall back on the pillow. “So let’s start with the easy stuff. Job?” “Personal trainer.”
His lips parting, he looked at my arms, then my abs. “That explains a few things.”
“Obviously you’ve spent some time with one of my colleagues,” I said, running my hand over his gorgeous six-pack.
“I may have to fire him.” He winked.
“I’m always game for new clients.” I returned the wink. “Okay, same question.”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Pro billiards player?”
He snorted. “Come on, I’m not that good.”
“Well, I assume you’re not a hitman or a member of the KGB.” “Not anymore, anyway,” he said with a casual shrug. “Pornographer?”
He laughed. “If I were, I’d cast you.”
“Dirty bastard.” I paused for a quick kiss. “Come on, tell me.” “I’m a biochemist.”
My eyebrows jumped. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“So, what exactly do you do? You’re not designing weapons for bio warfare or anything, are you?”
“Only in my spare time, but that’s more of a hobby than a profession.” He chuckled. “I teach at the university and one of the community colleges. Doesn’t pay quite as well as working in a lab, but”—he shrugged—“I enjoy it.”
“I never would have guessed.”
“Most people don’t.” He smiled. “Guess I don’t strike most people as a science geek. The last guy I dated didn’t believe me until I showed him my degree.”
“So what does that take? A master’s?”
“Doctorate.”
“You have a— doctorate ?”
He nodded. “I just thought it would be fun to have crippling amounts of student loan debt for the rest of my life and figured it would be hot to have a few extra letters after my name.”
“Oh, you’re right about that. It is hot.” I grinned. “Dr. Brandon. Damn, that sounds sexy.”
“Just don’t call me ‘Doc’, or I may have to hurt you.” “Doc with a Cock.”
He snorted with laughter. “Okay, that’s a new one.” Our fingers
laced together on his chest. He looked at me quietly, opened his mouth to speak, then paused.
“What?” I asked.
“Never mind,” he said. “I didn’t want to get too personal.” “Brandon, we’re naked in bed
“Morning,” I whispered, kissing his shoulder again.
“Morning.” The warm softness of his lips against my fingers took my breath away.
He rolled onto his back and smiled at me. Propping myself up with my elbow, I rested my head on my hand. I touched his face, running my fingers along the coarse stubble of his jaw. He did the same, and I bent to kiss him gently.
He looked at me, then laughed.
Cocking my head, I asked, “What?”
He shook his head. “I was just thinking.”
“About?”
“I just think it’s funny.” He ran his fingertips along the underside of my jaw. “We’ve made it into bed twice, and I still don’t know a thing about you besides your name.”
I chuckled and looked around the room. “Well, now you know where I live.”
“Yes, and you know where I live,” he said. “And I know what kind of car you drive.”
“You won’t tell anyone, will you?”
“Our little secret,” he said in a stage whisper.
“Good.” I stroked the side of his face, then let my hand rest on his chest. “So what do you want to know?”
He shrugged. “Anything, really. I just want to get to know you.”
“So you haven’t looked me up online to see if I’m some sort of sexual predator?”
“Dustin, you can’t fool me.” He winked. “You’re not a sexual predator.” Trailing a finger along my collarbone, he wetted his lips. “If anything, I was the predator.”
“So that makes me sexual prey?”
“It makes you my prey.” He kissed me lightly, then let his head fall back on the pillow. “So let’s start with the easy stuff. Job?” “Personal trainer.”
His lips parting, he looked at my arms, then my abs. “That explains a few things.”
“Obviously you’ve spent some time with one of my colleagues,” I said, running my hand over his gorgeous six-pack.
“I may have to fire him.” He winked.
“I’m always game for new clients.” I returned the wink. “Okay, same question.”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Pro billiards player?”
He snorted. “Come on, I’m not that good.”
“Well, I assume you’re not a hitman or a member of the KGB.” “Not anymore, anyway,” he said with a casual shrug. “Pornographer?”
He laughed. “If I were, I’d cast you.”
“Dirty bastard.” I paused for a quick kiss. “Come on, tell me.” “I’m a biochemist.”
My eyebrows jumped. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“So, what exactly do you do? You’re not designing weapons for bio warfare or anything, are you?”
“Only in my spare time, but that’s more of a hobby than a profession.” He chuckled. “I teach at the university and one of the community colleges. Doesn’t pay quite as well as working in a lab, but”—he shrugged—“I enjoy it.”
“I never would have guessed.”
“Most people don’t.” He smiled. “Guess I don’t strike most people as a science geek. The last guy I dated didn’t believe me until I showed him my degree.”
“So what does that take? A master’s?”
“Doctorate.”
“You have a— doctorate ?”
He nodded. “I just thought it would be fun to have crippling amounts of student loan debt for the rest of my life and figured it would be hot to have a few extra letters after my name.”
“Oh, you’re right about that. It is hot.” I grinned. “Dr. Brandon. Damn, that sounds sexy.”
“Just don’t call me ‘Doc’, or I may have to hurt you.” “Doc with a Cock.”
He snorted with laughter. “Okay, that’s a new one.” Our fingers
laced together on his chest. He looked at me quietly, opened his mouth to speak, then paused.
“What?” I asked.
“Never mind,” he said. “I didn’t want to get too personal.” “Brandon, we’re naked in bed
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