Never Say Never (Vitale Brothers, #4)

by Brea Alepoú

"I know you're my boss in the office, but outside of it, we're two normal guys meeting up for dinner."

"We had a great time at The Apple, right?" "Fun,

but it wasn't appropriate. As your superior, this is wrong. I wasn't calling for a repeat." Ouch. I brushed off the disappointment and pushed on.

"Paul." "A dinner, what's wrong with that? It will be two men getting together to have some more fun."

"If at any point I make you uncomfortable, you can leave. I won't ever bring it up, and we can act like it never happened." "Is that a line you use often?"

"What?" "We can act like it never happened. You want me to forget it all?"

"It's to put you at ease." "Does it work on others?"

"I'm not forgettable, so no." "You're not wrong." "Huh?"

"Fine, dinner." York cleared his throat. "It can...

"Ri...

"Good, I thought I'd have to beg,” I said. "You beg? Maybe I still want to hear it."

you wouldn't." York chuckled and it filled my entire car.

York huffed out a laugh, his chest rose with the sound driving me crazier. "I never thought I'd have to say this. But my eyes are up here."

"Yeah, but where I'm looking is good too." "Paul."

York was incredibly handsome. From his groomed facial hair that was pitch black to his round eyes framed by thick lashes. "You look good." "Thank you."

"You too."

"What are you in the mood for?" I asked. "Italian." "Good choice."

I could, I'd look only at you, but then I'd bump into everything, and probably break my neck."

"You're ridiculous." He had no fucking clue.

His shoulders were broad, stretching the shirt he decided to wear in the most appetizing way. A gold chain hung loosely around his throat. I wondered what it would feel like to grab it, and yank him close for a kiss. "You're staring," York pointed out. "Kind of hard not to." "Stop flirting so much and pick out what you want to eat."

"But you're more appetizing."

"Say another stupid line, and I will leave. This isn't a game." "I'...

If they were anything like me and Gin, they shared a bond that no one else would or could understand. They came into the world together. That was special.

I dropped him. He was a mess-free kill, unlike the groaning man on the ground. He was only alive due to the fact I needed answers. No one knew who I really was besides a handful of people. There was no way my cover had been blown already.

cleaned off a few specs of his blood from my shoes. I wiped my hands and cleaned off anything I touched just in case. Tugging my phone out of my pocket once more, I checked the time. I’d been outside for fifteen minutes, leaving York waiting for me. "Fuck." I rushed back inside, pushing past people, not caring if a waiter or two tripped. I stopped at my table, only to realize York was gone.

for Paul to decide to ditch me before the appetizers had even arrived felt even more like a betrayal. "He doesn't owe me anything. Nothing."

"I had to take a stupid call from my sister," he said. "What? Did you think I ditched you?" I stiffened. Yes, that was exactly what I'd feared. I had tried to swallow it, to tell myself not to do something neurotic and simply wait, but my mind was a dangerous place when I was left alone. Besides, waiting around for someone who I just wanted to hop into bed with felt somewhat pathetic. "I didn't ditch you!"

"Come on, why would I do that? I've been trying to get you into bed for years. Why would I mess up now, huh?"

"Listen—" I started.

"Shhh. Burgers, fries, good stuff. We'll pretend it didn't happen."

"Why did you want to see me so badly today, anyway?" he asked. "Did you miss me?" "I thought we could fool around again,"

"We had a sufficiently decent time. I figured, why not try it again?" "The same or do you want something more?"

"Let's skip dinner then," he suggested. "My place?" "I don't know about that," I said. "Let me change your mind."

Before I could object, his mouth was on mine. My eyes widened as my body leaned toward him all on its own. Paul's groans filled my ears, making my body light up as his hand continued to tease and explore. He drifted close to, but never touched, my cock as he pressed his tongue against the seam of my lips. I opened, accepting him. Our mouths crashed together, lips eager and desperate as I gave into the kiss.

Paul's tongue swirled in ways that left me dizzy. He was an expert, where I was

a fumbling beginner. Paul pulled me forward and shoved me into the back of the car once the door was open. He climbed in after me, sat on my lap, and shoved his lips against mine once more. I sucked in a breath and a moan fell free. "Look at that,"

"My boss is moaning for me in the backseat of my car. Fuck, that's so hot." "Every time ...

"Yet, you're not telling me to get off. All you're doing is grinding that big, thick dick up aga...

"You don't know anything." "I know enough," Paul answered. "I...

My lips parted and Paul took the chance to capture my mouth again. The kiss deepened, his fingers pressing and rubbing over my skin, setting me on fire with every bit of flesh that he stroked. My hips raised as I sought out more of him, needing it. I hadn't cum so hard in my life since he'd stroked us together in the club. I wanted... No, I needed to feel that again.

"Are you going to stare or are you going to get naked?" Paul asked. I turned to him. "Are you always so vulgar?"

"As much as I can be," he

"I feel like it cuts right through t...

"What are we doing?" I asked. "Depends," Paul answered. "You're a newbie, so I can go slow. Or I can start you off on a harder level."

"What's a harder level?" Paul smirked. "You'll see."

He gripped my cock and palmed me through my underwear. "Fuck, you're so hot. I thought it was just the drinking and dancing that night, but your skin is like fire." "Every time you talk, I never know what to say." "You don't need to say a thing,"

eyes drank him in. "Let me see your cock." "What's the magic word?" I asked. Paul climbed on top of me. "Now. Show me that fucking cock."

writhed on the bed, hooked my thumbs into my boxers, and slid out of them. They moved over my skin, exposing me to his eager eyes. When he stood up again and resumed undressing, he kept his gaze on my body. He drank in every inch of me, making me feel like I was under a microscope.

"You never answered," he said. "Beginner level or something more?" "Beginner," I stuttered out, tripping over my words. He smiled. "Beginner it is." Paul lowered his head toward me, and I forgot how to breathe. His tongue ran up the side of my heated flesh before he swirled it around the head of my cock. I groaned, my nails digging into the blanket as I watched him, stunned. I'd had a few blow jobs in

My head tilted back as I fully gave in to the feeling of his mouth on me. I reached out, grabbed a handful of blond locks, and shoved his head down as he came up for air. Paul gagged. I quickly pulled my hand away and gazed at him while he stared at me with wide eyes. "Sorry," I said. "Got excited." "Shut the fuck up and do it again."