The Inheritance (Contemporary Reverse Harem 1)

“Fuck me,” I mumbled, unable to form anything more coherent. “Please, Brose, give it to me…”

As my moans turned to screams, he opened his jeans and freed one of the most beautiful cocks I’d ever seen, long and smooth and brown. While he worked me through my orgasm, he stroked himself to his own, spurting beautifully against the top of my thigh.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mumbled, leaning his forehead to mine. His breath was hot and minty on me, and my mouth sought his as we both calmed after coming so powerfully.

* * *

We finished the dishes after the incredible meal he cooked and we walked outside, hand in hand. While he locked up the doors to North by Northwest, I spotted a homeless man tucked into a doorway, watching the passersby.

“C’mon,” I said to Brose. We darted through the late-night traffic toward the other side of the street.

“Here you go,” I said to the homeless guy, handing him the leftovers Brose had let me take home.

The man looked up, first at me, then Brose. Slowly, he extended his hand to accept the food. He didn’t say anything while he opened the small box, and after he looked inside, he looked back up at us, still silent. That was all the thanks we were going to get, and that was all the thanks we needed.

What a night. And it still wasn’t over.

“That was really cool of you,” Brose said with a smile as we walked to his car.

I shrugged. “It’s not every day we can do something nice like that. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“It does. It really does.”

He pulled up to my apartment less than ten minutes later and leaned across the front seat to kiss me.

“Are you coming in?” I asked.

He shook his head slowly. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’d rather not. I have to be back at the restaurant early to accept a delivery. But,” he said with a giant smile, “I will definitely take you up on that another time.”

Huh. I don’t think I’d ever had a guy turn down an invitation to my apartment. But then, I’d been doing a lot of things lately that I’d never done before.

“Win tells me you’d like to be a sommelier some day.”

“It’s true. I mean, it’s really just a pipe dream. But a girl can dream, can’t she?” I laughed.

“I could introduce you to the sommelier at our restaurant. You know, just for networking and learning. That sort of thing.”

My heart jumped at the thought. And god, he was gorgeous in the streetlight.

“Really? That would be incredible. I would love to talk to another sommelier.”

He leaned back on the headrest. “You know, if you play your cards right, and I open a restaurant some day, you might find yourself with the job of your dreams.”

This guy was definitely a keeper. Even if he didn’t want to marry me. Which he probably wouldn’t, considering he didn’t even want to spend the night with me. But hey, I’d take what I could get.

“Good night, beautiful,” he said with one last kiss.

“Good night, handsome.” I ran my hand over his head and tweaked his earring. “Next time, I’ll cook for you.”

“It’s a deal,” he said with a laug

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* * *

Since Matty had no qualms about waking me up early in the morning, I didn’t feel too badly about calling him late at night, even if I knew he’d already be asleep. After one ring, I could hear him fumbling with his phone, probably looking for the speaker button so he could leave it on the nightstand and just speak as loudly as he always did.

“What?” he whined.