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It's Complicated: A Reservations Story

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Beckett kissed his forehead then the tip of his nose. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice heavy and thick.

“I should be the one thanking you,” Julian replied and gave Beckett a quick kiss before he rolled from the couch and headed for the small powder room off the entryway. His body hummed with excitement.

He was actively finding his way back to normal after worrying he’d never fully recover. He owed Beckett everything.

Julian cleaned himself then grabbed a small hand towel, wetting it under the warm spray of the faucet for Beckett before returning to the living room.

His hot savior hadn’t moved a single one of those big muscles. Julian’s vigor was met with overly exhausted eyes.

“Thanks.” Beckett groggily smiled up at him as he reached for the towel and wiped at his stomach and hands.

“You’re very welcome.”

He took the towel as Beckett closed his eyes. His grin couldn’t be contained.

Chapter 20

An overwhelming sense of contentment flowed through Julian like a healing balm. Funny how the buzz of his sexually sated body pulsed radiantly through his veins. Had he ever noticed how reinvigorated he felt after such a basic release? Probably not.

Julian lifted his chin. His direct stare focused on the silk tie in the mirror as he executed an expert Windsor knot at his neck, lost in thought over the way Beckett had given him courage in his moment of self-doubt. He wrapped a hand around Julian’s, anchoring Julian in the moment, allowing him to guide their climax.

How had something so simple been so fucking hot?

That was another new side he’d discovered. When sex was his job, he rarely delighted in the pleasure. Instead, he’d reveled in a job well done. Satisfied customers always came back for more, and Julian had made the big bucks.

Many of those times came by way of a partner with some serious fetish inclinations. Julian had tied up countless men and had been strapped down in return. He’d let his clients play daddy, where Julian starred spectacularly in both roles. He’d organized more orgies than he could remember. But he’d enjoyed the simplicity tonight, more than he’d ever thought possible.

Tonight had been so fucking tame compared to what he was used to but much more satisfying. He and Beckett had shared what some people would call normal or even boring. They hadn’t even attempted penetration, yet it was fantastic. He’d actually orgasmed with Beckett. That hadn’t been his intent, but once he’d caught sight of Beckett stroking his own cock, something in him flipped.

It wouldn’t be long before Julian was back in the game. He felt it in his bones. Maybe even by the end of the weekend if Beckett planned to stick around. Julian racked his brain, trying to remember Beckett’s schedule.

Beckett. The name fit the man spectacularly. How had he gotten so lucky to meet such a genuinely tender, caring man? No question, it was Beckett’s goodness bringing Julian’s sexual side to the forefront. Did he believe Beckett’s claim that Julian didn’t see him clearly? Those do-gooders always saw their tiny flaws that no one else could see.

What did it say about him that Beckett’s goodness brought out his raunchy side? Julian gave a silent chuckle. His Marlboro Man had no idea what he was getting into. Maybe he was Beckett’s exact opposite. Julian was the darkness in direct contrast to Beckett’s lightness.

His grin tipped the corners of his lips as he gave an amused chuckle. Fuck, it felt good to be getting back to his old self. Julian critically assessed his clothing, twisting to check all sides. He had always liked to look his best. Most of the measly income he made went to his appearance. Tonight, Julian wanted to walk out of this bedroom and be as mouthwateringly gorgeous as he could for the man waiting for him in the living room. He liked Beckett’s tongue wagging after him.

Beckett had made several comments about Julian’s eyes. He liked their color. The soft blue dress shirt he wore tonight made his eyes and naturally tanned skin pop. It added a vibrance to his dark, almost black hair. His fitted black slacks left nothing to the imagination. They were expensive and designed to impress. A throwback to his old life. The fit of his pants could be considered X-rated in many circles.

Julian did another half turn, running a hand down his ass, thinking about Beckett peeling him from the tight fit.

Fuck yeah.

He was back.

Julian fisted his hands. The thought sent his excitement to the stratosphere.

Hold your horses, hot stuff.

It wasn’t right to taunt Saint Beckett, especially since Julian wasn’t ready to go all the way, but he couldn’t tamp down his anticipation. The way Beckett pursued him and wanted him to be happy filled his heart with joy. The thought of Beckett seeing enough value in Julian that he still wanted him by his side made him walk from his bedroom with a bit more swagger than necessary.


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