of his body to see that reaction.
When Mitchell’s cock dripped the last few times and started to soften, Luke slowly pulled his lips off him with a sucking pop . Then, he swallowed and grinned as Mitchell stared at him.
“Oh, holy shit,” Mitchell moaned, and Luke laughed.
He knew exactly how he felt.
Luke was buzzing with pleasure, but there was worry underneath, too. They’d never even flirted beyond what guys did when drunk and stupid. Now, all of a sudden, blowjobs? And the best damn blowjobs he’d ever given and gotten?
He didn’t usually fuck his friends—ex-friends, best friends, work friends, or otherwise.
What were the next few weeks gonna be like?
As much as Luke wanted to lie there alongside Mitchell, pull him in and rest there, he wasn’t sure Mitchell was the cuddling type.
He shifted further up the bed, untangling himself from Mitchell’s legs. As if on cue, Mitchell pulled away and stepped off the side of the bed. His cheeks were still flushed with the unmistakable post-sex glow, his hair stuck up at all angles. His lips were flushed and swollen and reddened from kisses and from dragging them along Luke’s cock.
Some guys looked worse afterward, but if possible, Mitchell was even more gorgeous now.
Luke licked his lips, trying not to stare weirdly as he nodded. “You’re out?”
“I have lawyers to meet in the morning and shit. Making sure the corporation structure is sound…” Mitchell was zipping his cock back into his pants and buttoning up his shirt. His eyes kept sneaking back to Luke’s casual nakedness.
Luke wasn’t getting dressed again, that was for damn sure. He did stand up to see Mitchell out, but Mitchell raised his hand in a quick, casual wave.
“See you tomorrow,” Luke told him, and he earned a quick smile back, at least.
When the door shut, Luke flopped onto his back with a sigh, resting his hand on the warm spot where Mitchell had just lain.
Holy fuck.
He just hoped they didn’t regret this in the morning.
13
Mitchell
H oly shit . He’d really blown it.
Mitchell’s mind wandered as he tapped his pen against his notepad, pressing his lips together. He couldn’t believe that not even twelve hours ago, he’d had them wrapped around Luke’s cock.
And he’d loved it.
This was what he’d been missing out on in New York? Was this why everyone was so obsessed with dating apps and quick fixes?
But somehow, Mitchell had a feeling it wasn’t about the act, but the guy he did it with. Looking up into Luke’s wide brown eyes, pressing his lips against tattooed, firm muscles… it was Luke he was into.
“Your tax liabilities will be reduced.”
“Right,” Mitchell nodded, blinking as he looked up. “That sounds good.”
His accountant nodded at the intern in the room. “We’ll draw up those papers today, then.”
Mitchell grimaced. “That doesn’t sound fun. Thanks for walking me through it.”
“Thank you for coming to see us so early. A lot of business owners—especially in your shoes—don’t come in to sort it out so quickly.”
If there was one thing Mitchell knew, it was that he had to get taxes and legal shit right from the start. Toby had managed that, and it was one reason why his estate had been settled so quickly.
The moment Mitchell walked out of the office toward his car, a scrawny young kid in a vest and glasses approached. He knew who it was just from the way he dressed.
“Mitchell Keane, right? Toby’s nephew? I’m Derek. I’m a reporter with—”
“Okay,” Mitchell nodded, holding up a hand. “Hold on. First, is this about the gym?” He damn well hoped they weren’t running some piece on Toby now . Or, God forbid, some piece on the Miller brothers…
Derek nodded. “My editor wants a story on its future, now that… well, you know, you’re running it. Toby was never big on interviews. We never did a piece on it opening or anything.”
He was young and eager, the absolute stereotype of a kid who looked like
When Mitchell’s cock dripped the last few times and started to soften, Luke slowly pulled his lips off him with a sucking pop . Then, he swallowed and grinned as Mitchell stared at him.
“Oh, holy shit,” Mitchell moaned, and Luke laughed.
He knew exactly how he felt.
Luke was buzzing with pleasure, but there was worry underneath, too. They’d never even flirted beyond what guys did when drunk and stupid. Now, all of a sudden, blowjobs? And the best damn blowjobs he’d ever given and gotten?
He didn’t usually fuck his friends—ex-friends, best friends, work friends, or otherwise.
What were the next few weeks gonna be like?
As much as Luke wanted to lie there alongside Mitchell, pull him in and rest there, he wasn’t sure Mitchell was the cuddling type.
He shifted further up the bed, untangling himself from Mitchell’s legs. As if on cue, Mitchell pulled away and stepped off the side of the bed. His cheeks were still flushed with the unmistakable post-sex glow, his hair stuck up at all angles. His lips were flushed and swollen and reddened from kisses and from dragging them along Luke’s cock.
Some guys looked worse afterward, but if possible, Mitchell was even more gorgeous now.
Luke licked his lips, trying not to stare weirdly as he nodded. “You’re out?”
“I have lawyers to meet in the morning and shit. Making sure the corporation structure is sound…” Mitchell was zipping his cock back into his pants and buttoning up his shirt. His eyes kept sneaking back to Luke’s casual nakedness.
Luke wasn’t getting dressed again, that was for damn sure. He did stand up to see Mitchell out, but Mitchell raised his hand in a quick, casual wave.
“See you tomorrow,” Luke told him, and he earned a quick smile back, at least.
When the door shut, Luke flopped onto his back with a sigh, resting his hand on the warm spot where Mitchell had just lain.
Holy fuck.
He just hoped they didn’t regret this in the morning.
13
Mitchell
H oly shit . He’d really blown it.
Mitchell’s mind wandered as he tapped his pen against his notepad, pressing his lips together. He couldn’t believe that not even twelve hours ago, he’d had them wrapped around Luke’s cock.
And he’d loved it.
This was what he’d been missing out on in New York? Was this why everyone was so obsessed with dating apps and quick fixes?
But somehow, Mitchell had a feeling it wasn’t about the act, but the guy he did it with. Looking up into Luke’s wide brown eyes, pressing his lips against tattooed, firm muscles… it was Luke he was into.
“Your tax liabilities will be reduced.”
“Right,” Mitchell nodded, blinking as he looked up. “That sounds good.”
His accountant nodded at the intern in the room. “We’ll draw up those papers today, then.”
Mitchell grimaced. “That doesn’t sound fun. Thanks for walking me through it.”
“Thank you for coming to see us so early. A lot of business owners—especially in your shoes—don’t come in to sort it out so quickly.”
If there was one thing Mitchell knew, it was that he had to get taxes and legal shit right from the start. Toby had managed that, and it was one reason why his estate had been settled so quickly.
The moment Mitchell walked out of the office toward his car, a scrawny young kid in a vest and glasses approached. He knew who it was just from the way he dressed.
“Mitchell Keane, right? Toby’s nephew? I’m Derek. I’m a reporter with—”
“Okay,” Mitchell nodded, holding up a hand. “Hold on. First, is this about the gym?” He damn well hoped they weren’t running some piece on Toby now . Or, God forbid, some piece on the Miller brothers…
Derek nodded. “My editor wants a story on its future, now that… well, you know, you’re running it. Toby was never big on interviews. We never did a piece on it opening or anything.”
He was young and eager, the absolute stereotype of a kid who looked like
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