Dating the Boss (Blue Harbor #2) - Jaclyn Osborn Page 0,8

couch. “I thought you’d like football by now.”

“Only when I have you to stare at.”

I cuddled up on the love seat with a throw blanket. “Just check out the hot guys in their sexy tight pants like I am, Beck.”

“Okay,” Quinn said. “I can do that.”

“I’m hotter,” Monty mumbled.

Gwen came into the living room with a platter of hot wings, chips, and a vegetable platter with ranch dressing. Monty dove right in and stuffed his face as he and Brian discussed the stats of the teams playing against each other. Quinn watched him with amusement and handed him a napkin when Monty got barbeque sauce at the corner of his mouth and all over his fingers.

I fell asleep somewhere within the first thirty minutes and snapped awake when Monty and Brian jumped up and screamed at the TV.

“Go, go, go!” Brian yelled.

“Hell yeah!” Monty called out as the team scored a touchdown. “That was a fucking beautiful play, baby!”

Quinn looked between his dad and boyfriend before looking at me. “Do you understand?”

I snuggled back onto the cushion, feeling my lids get heavy again. “Nope.”

Two days later, I was relaxing at home and mentally preparing myself for the upcoming workweek. We had several deadlines, plus an important meeting with a client on Thursday. The stress tended to make my boss grumpier and more short-tempered than usual.

I ran a hot bath and poured a glass of wine. My favorite way to wind down. I clicked on my Kindle once I was settled into the tub and scrolled through the million books waiting to be read in my library.

Quinn called them my “smutty books” because nearly all of them had a shirtless man on the cover and contained lots of yummy on-page sex. Smutty or not, I fucking loved them. My own life sorely lacked romance, so reading about gay dudes falling in love helped me escape my own sad reality for a while.

I read in the bath until the water turned too cold; then I got out, dried off, and slipped on a cotton robe, feeling refreshed and ready to kick the next week’s ass.

A notification dinged on my phone as I slid into bed. A text from Harry, formerly known as Henry-Heath. Despite his dorm room decked out in animated posters, I actually kind of liked him. Well, liked him enough to have met him the day before for another round of sex. Nothing serious would come of it, but he was fun for the time being.

Harry: Thinking of u.

Me: Oh yeah??

Harry: Wanna see?

I shook my head with a laugh. I’d forgotten he was in the age group of guys who thrived on showing off their dicks whenever possible. I’d had my fair share of dick pics in my life. Hell, I’d even sent a few of them when I was a dumb college kid too.

Me: I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.

Harry: lolol k gimme a sec

He sent a picture less than a minute later of his rock-hard dick standing at attention, his fingers curling around his base.

I then opened my robe and took a picture of my bare chest, making sure the bottom of the photo cut off right before it reached my dick—which was starting to fill. I sent it to him.

Harry: Ah, fukk. I wanna rub my hands down ur chest and tweak those nipples. Kiss ur neck. Would u like that?

Oh hell. I hadn’t sexted in a while, but I knew that’s what this night was turning into. I preferred to actually fuck rather than message about it; however, it could be fun, so why not?

And so, I told Harry how much I’d like it, and then I added a bit about licking his abs and stroking his cock. I felt ridiculous, but he seemed to be into it. We texted back and forth for a while, each message getting steamier.

Harry: R u touching urself?

Me: Maybe.

Harry: Let me see.

I was, indeed, touching myself. Harry was young and sweet, but he had one dirty fucking imagination and a way with words. Even if he did spell them wrong. I switched to my camera and took a four-second video of me stroking myself. Before I could send it, my phone vibrated with another text.

My heart jumped out of my chest when I saw who it was from.

Daniel Sawyer: I apologize for messaging you on your personal phone, but I forgot to mark on my calendar that I have a dentist appointment first thing in the morning.