Justin couldn’t believe she’d shared that. Then again, maybe he should be surprised she kept it to herself for so long. “It was a heat-of–the-moment kind of thing.” He didn’t want to deny it. He was grateful to have it out in the open. “I should have paid closer attention to myself.”
“No. Being right once doesn’t mean it’s smart to listen to you inebriated the rest of the time.” There was no malice in Antonio’s voice.
“As I was saying”—Emily interrupted—“watching you two together is making me kind of wet and squirmy. So if you want to keep it up, maybe shed a few—or most—of your clothes, I won’t complain.” She pulled out a chair from her desk. “I’ll be here, playing with myself, while you figure out which tab goes into which slot.”
Justin’s skin heated to volcanic, and his cock threatened to burst his zipper. He pulled Antonio into another kiss, memorizing the taste, the smell, the sounds... All of it.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
ANTONIO ALMOST BELIEVEDthis was a dream—the most exquisite he could have landed in. Kissing Justin. Exploring every inch of his body, as clothes came off. Not having to question what it meant or if it would last past tonight.
His lips burned from the scrape of five o’clock shadow and a string of hungry kisses that seemed to go on forever but at the same time not long enough. Justin studied him as if he were dessert and the only dilemma was where to start.
Thanks to Emily’s not-so-subtle nudging when the three started working together, Antonio already had the memory of Justin’s naked form etched in his mind. It was low-res and disappointing, in comparison to standing in front of the real thing.
Antonio traced his fingers along the lines of Justin’s tattoos, following the same path with his gaze. Antonio glided down a chiseled chest and over a flat stomach, to tease Justin’s cock with a feather-light touch.
Justin mimicked the contact without hesitation and groaned at each new caress. Antonio was torn between the desire to spend hours exploring, and finding release for the diamond-hard insistence throbbing between his legs. Fortunately, this wasn’t a one-off experience.
Antonio thought he might pass out when Justin said,I love you—words he’d waited forever to hear in that voice and never expected to.
Justin’s dick was longer, but not as wide as Antonio’s, and the girth was an intoxicating warmth against Antonio’s palm.
“In case you’re missing something...” Emily’s voice blended into the moment, instead of shattering it.
Antonio turned his head to see her standing next to them, clothes gone and stunning body on display. He was so busy staring, it took him a moment to realize she held something.
“One of many reasons we can’t do this without you. You’re the details lady.” Justin kissed her on the forehead, the tip of the nose, and then the lips, before taking the lube and condom from her.
She gave Antonio a playful smile and walked away. He watched the wiggle of her ass. She dropped into her chair and cupped her breast, gently kneading as she watched the show. Justin pulled from Antonio’s grip, settled a palm on Antonio’s cheek, and turned his head.
“I’m over here,” Justin said. He captured Antonio’s mouth with his again, then broke away. “Turn around.”
Antonio’s anticipation spiked through his chest, and he obeyed.
Emily looked enraptured with the show. She parted her legs and slid her hands along the inside of her thighs, giving him a teasing glimpse of her gorgeous pussy.