Page 62 of Parting Shot

“I see.”

“No, you don’t,” he said, his smile warm as he gazed into my eyes. “You’re thinking, that’s her son. She should have just given her shares to him.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “I guess that makes me pretty naive.”

“No, it makes you kind. But Joanna Sutter needed money for her own dreams, and so when I offered to take those shares off her hands, she couldn’t say no.”

“Okay, so you own fifty-one percent, the investors forty-six, and Max has three.”

“That’s right.”

“And you get to be CEO.”

“I do.”

“Because the board elected you.” I was trying to keep it all straight in my head.

“And voted unanimously to keep me there, yes.”

“So you’re kind of a big deal.”

Instead of answering, he pushed me down on the bed so I was flat on my back under him and then shoved his tongue down my throat.

The man really knew how to kiss. It was sweet and filthy at the same time, and even though we’d just recently finished having sex—twice—my dick took notice of the heat rolling off him, the way his body moved, and his thrusting tongue. My cock thickened and strained against my zipper.

He was working on the button, and once open, he shoved a hand down the front of my jeans. I was already leaking, and when he fisted my cock, I bucked up off the bed.

“We’re never going to eat,” he rasped, having broken the kiss, heaving out a breath, hot and heavy, on my face. “And I should feed you.”

I rocked my hips under him, dragging my shaft back and forth in his grip.

“Open your eyes.”

I hadn’t realized I’d closed them, too lost in the flare of urgent need running through my body, and it took great effort to comply with his request.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said as he stood up and went to my nightstand, where he had apparently returned my lube. “I was rough before.”

“You weren’t,” I said honestly. I felt good, replete, languid, and now simmering with renewed lust.

He moved back to the bed and peeled my jeans down my legs, followed by my briefs. The henley he left alone, rucking it up before he flipped open the cap on the lube. His eyes stayed locked on mine the whole time.

I shuddered as he parted my thighs before leaning forward, pressing our cocks together and coating them in lube.

“Aaron,” I moaned.

“God, Duncan, I don’t get you.” He sounded pained. “How do you not belong to anyone?”

“What’s your plan here?”

His grin was wide. “To jerk us off together.”

I shook my head. “That’s not what I need.”

The smile fell away as he got serious. “You can’t want––”

“I do want.”

“But––”