Dean (Unexpected, #9)

by Cora Rose

I cannot like my straight, older boss. That’s not a thing.

That man has the patience of a three-year-old some days. Today is a tantrum day, apparently. He probably had me schedule it in.

Either way…bless his little heart.

But he’s most definitely not my lover. I won’t call him. I refuse. That would be crossing so many lines. It’s bad enough that I masturbate to thoughts of him. Really, he needs to just stop it.

I came with a shout, his name on my lips. The windows rattled a little, and I felt myself shudder in complete shock.

I’ve already organized my stuff in the guest room—it didn’t take me long at all—and then moved on to the kitchen cabinets. They were abhorrent and unorganized. I had to do my due diligence and sort them. And I did. I sorted them so nicely. Dean will never be able to find a thing.

The way he says my name makes my dick harden and my nipples pebble. Oh, Lord have mercy on my privates. I cannot with this man.

“So, I’m going to be straddling you?” I ask as I stare at Dean’s thighs in those jeans he pulled on. They’re big and thick. Just like his hands. Just like his chest. Everything about him is perfectly edible. I’m turning into a cannibal. I want to lean down and take a bite out of him.

You’re good with people and very organized. Both of which I clearly lack.” “You do. You really suck at both.”

I will behave. I will be the Queen of England. Proper and uptight. With a stick, not a dildo, up my ass.

This is my life now. I’m so damn proud. I’m the proudest gay man on the planet.