We Have Till Monday Cara Dee (ebook reader for pc TXT) 📖

and without further intentions. He just made that sort of banter feel as natural as breathing.

“Anthony.” He spoke up a few paces behind me. “I think I’ve made up my mind.”

I chuckled and turned around to face him. “That was quick.”

He strolled toward me without a care in the world, but the spark of up-to-no-good in his eyes was unmistakable. And lethal. He was the sexiest damn predator.

I stood stock-still and waited for his wisecrack, wondering what direction he was going to take this, because I wasn’t the only one who’d flirted innocently. By now, he had to know that he had the ability to one-up me pretty easily. I couldn’t predict what he was going to do or say.

My confidence took a hike when we were less than a foot apart, and he didn’t even stop there. I felt my heart starting to race, I tensed up, and I quickly grew frustrated because I couldn’t read him.

Even attempting to look unfazed at this point…? Forget about it.

He leaned in slowly, bringing his rich, intoxicating scent with him, and grazed his nose along my neck.

I swallowed dryly. My pulse spiked. Lust exploded within me.

If he could play this off as banter, I was fuckin’ Santa Claus.

“You smell incredible.” His low, gravelly voice shook me to my goddamn core. Fuck me hard. He slid his hands up my arms, then to my sides, and he tilted his face toward mine. A soft rasp emanated from me as his silver stubble met my two-day-old scruff. Then his mouth ghosted over my jaw, and I sucked in a breath. “Don’t call me King, Anthony. You have the rawest, most gorgeous voice, and I want to hear my name.”

“Jesus,” I breathed out.

No more banter. He didn’t joke about Jesus not being his name. Instead, he closed the distance and brushed his lips over mine. He applied the barest amount of pressure, just enough for me to get a better feel of his warm lips.

My surrender was immediate. I kissed him back without an ounce of thought. There just wasn’t an alternative. He’d reeled me in all fucking day. Hell, he’d been the object of my fantasies since I’d started following him online.

He deepened the kiss and squeezed me to him, and I had to get my hands on his chest. His chest, his shoulders, his neck, up in his hair—my fucking God, his hair felt soft between my fingers. I tugged it a little as I angled myself to taste him properly, and the second I felt his tongue against my own, I thought I was going melt right there in his arms.

Before I knew it, my back hit a wall, and he started kissing me hungrily.

It was drugging, feeling the softness of his lips in the most demanding kiss.

He was hard everywhere else—and pressing up against me in the best way.

My lungs burned for air, and I just couldn’t give a damn.

When he slowed down the kiss, I wasn’t ready.

“Don’t stop yet,” I said, breathing too heavily.

He smiled against my lips and gave me a deep, toe-curling, seductive kiss, his tongue sliding along mine and snaking around it, which only made me picture what it would be like to feel that tongue on my cock.

“Fuck me.” I groaned at the direction of my thoughts. “The shit I’m imagining now is the last thing I need if I wanna focus tonight.”

He let out a sexy, lust-filled chuckle and squeezed my ass firmly. “I’ll refrain from askin’ right now, because I need to focus tonight too.”

I shuddered violently and tried to collect my breath, but it was difficult when I couldn’t stop kissing him.

“Sweet boy,” he whispered. “I’m hardly done with you.”

“Good.” I raked my teeth over his bottom lip and sucked it into my mouth.

He hummed and gave my ass another solid squeeze.

“This is where you tell me you and Camden are open, so I don’t worry I’ve landed in a pile of drama,” I muttered.

He exhaled a laugh and kissed his way down my neck. “He and I are on the same page where you’re concerned.”

Good enough. For now. I still had questions.

“You beautiful, beautiful man.” He sighed contentedly and cupped my face, giving a sweet kiss that had a finality to it. “I want you underneath me tonight, writhing, taking my cock.”

“Fuck,” I exhaled.

“Cancel your hotel reservation.”

Yeah, okay. I nodded. “All right.”

“Good.” One more kiss. “When you only had that towel on earlier, I wanted to get on my knees for you.”

Fuckin’ hell, he was killing me. My cock strained in my jeans.

“Grope you properly,” he murmured. “Suck you off long and hard.”

“August, for chrissakes,” I hissed.

“Fuck, that sounds good.” The possessiveness seeping from his voice nearly did me in. “Camden and I have been exclusive for years, and safety’s important to us. Do we have anything to worry about?”

They were going straight for unprotected sex?

“I’m safe.” I furrowed my brow, struggling to clear the fog. “I don’t remember the last time I fucked without a rubber.” That included oral, because I’d never had that level of trust established with Shawn, and he hadn’t been all that fond of exclusivity. “I have condoms with me, you know.” It made sense if they didn’t since they were in a committed relationship of the kind I hadn’t experienced in probably over a decade.

“I’ll leave that to you.” King touched my cheek. August. Not King. “Whatever you’re most comfortable with.”

I chewed on the inside of my cheek. “Are you that different in the South?”

He grinned. “Probably not. You’re the one who’s different—to us. And I’m asking if my boy and I can trust you. If we can make an exception and go all in without anythin’ in the way.”

The implication was dizzying, as was the prospect of being completely uninhibited and natural.

I swallowed hard and nodded.

“Perfect.” He leaned in and kissed the corner of my mouth. “Then I’m going to be so bold and ask you to check in on Camden while I prepare the