Boyfriend by the Hour (First & Forever #9) Read Online Alexa Land

Categories Genre: M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: First & Forever Series by Alexa Land
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
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“I’m intrigued.”

“Good.” His blue eyes were sparkling as he slipped a note under my cocktail napkin. “Enjoy your drink, and I’ll see you in a bit.”

I watched as he breezed through the dining room. His movements were fluid and graceful, which made me think he was probably a wonderful dancer.

After he disappeared into the kitchen, I took a sip of my cocktail, which did indeed have a little kick to it. Then I read the note, and a smile spread across my face. It said: Meet me in the men’s room in ten minutes.

I followed instructions at the designated time, but I was stopped by a yellow plastic tent sign in front of the men’s room, which said it was closed for cleaning. A moment later, Timothy opened the bathroom door and pulled me inside, which made me chuckle.

He pushed the door shut behind us, and then he moved over to the sinks as he began unbuttoning his shirt. “The name of your cocktail is also the theme for tonight, so I thought you might enjoy getting dirty and spicy with me before your meal,” he said. “The restaurant’s dead, my manager is off tonight, and Daniel’s watching my one table, so we have about ten minutes. What do you say?”

He opened his shirt to reveal a black leather harness, and my cock instantly started to get hard. I kissed him before murmuring, “Hell yes.” I had to ask, though. “But are you sure about this? I know you put up the sign saying it’s closed, but someone could still come in. That might get you fired.”

“I don’t care. I just want your cock in my mouth.”

Desire rolled through me, clouding my judgement and making my cock twitch. I unzipped my pants, and when he dropped to his knees and began sucking me, I whispered, “Fuck.”

Watching him in action was mesmerizing, and the risk of getting caught added fuel to the fire. In minutes, I stifled a yell and came unbelievably hard, unloading in his mouth while I grasped his shoulders.

Afterwards, I had to lean against the sink to steady myself while I caught my breath. He tucked me in and zipped me up, and then he got to his feet and grinned as he told me, “I wanted to do that all day.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely.” He buttoned his shirt and washed his hands before saying, “I’ll go first, and I’ll take the sign with me when I go. Take your time.”

He went to the door and turned a small latch before opening it, and I asked, “Was that locked the whole time?”

“Yes, it was,” he said with a smile. “But wasn’t it more exciting, thinking we might get caught at any minute?”

He winked at me before leaving the restroom, and I chuckled and shook my head in disbelief.

Dinner was wonderful. He’d selected pasta arrabbiata with a spicy tomato sauce, followed by a slice of chocolate cake with a hint of cayenne pepper—something I never would have chosen on my own, but I ended up really liking it. The only thing that would have made the meal better was if Timothy could have sat down and enjoyed it with me.

Afterwards, I waited out front like usual while he finished his shift, and when he joined me I asked, “Will you spend the night with me tonight? My first appointment tomorrow isn’t until mid-morning, so I was thinking maybe we could get cozy and watch a movie or something.”

His face lit up, and he told me, “I’d love that.”

After we climbed into the back of the town car, I lowered the partition and told my driver, “We’re going to my house, not Timothy’s.”

Reuben nodded. “Understood. Will you be needing anything else tonight?”

There was no point in pretending. He’d had a (literal) front row seat from the very beginning, and he was smart enough to have this figured out by now. “If you’re asking if I’ll want you to take Timothy home later, the answer is no. He’s spending the night with me,” I said. “Now I’m going to put the partition back up, because I plan to kiss him, and I don’t think you want to watch.”

Reuben was grinning as he raised the partition himself and said, “Correct.”

Once we were alone, Timothy and I lingered over a deep kiss. Then I playfully peeked down his shirt and asked, “Are you still wearing that harness?”

“No, but I brought it along. It started to chafe, and that’s not cute.”

“It was a great surprise. So was everything else you had in store for me. Thank you for making my night so memorable.”

He slid closer, and I put my arm around him as he said, “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Even right from the start, he’d always sought out physical contact. Some days, his need for it was particularly strong. I could tell today was one of those days by the way he curled against me, so I held him securely, and as I stroked his hair I felt him begin to relax.



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