THE NEXT EVENING, I’d just finished setting up dinner and lighting a few candles when my apartment buzzer alerted me that my visitor had arrived.
I hit the talk button. “Yesss?”
“Your sexual favors have arrived. Can I come…up?”
Grinning at Donovan’s cheeky request, I hit the door release button to let him in and then waited in my doorway, leaning against the frame. When he hit the top of the stairs, I saw the bottles in his hands and the overnight bag slung over his shoulder and moved in to relieve him of the load.
“Stairs, what are those?” he said, looking back at the four flights he’d trudged up.
“Sorry, no magic elevators here.” Leaning in, I captured his lips in a kiss I’d been hungry for all day. He opened to me immediately, his mouth just as eager, and I moaned at the taste of him.
“Now that’s a greeting.” He playfully swatted my ass. “Show me your place, handsome.”
It wasn’t a massive condo in the sky, but it was cozy enough, especially with the low lighting and candles serving romantic ambiance.
Donovan dropped his bag on the floor and stepped inside, and damn he looked good in my apartment. He looked good anywhere, but this was the first time I’d had him over, and his gaze as he looked around was nothing but approving.
“Very nice, Mr. Sinclair,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips. “Looks like you’re about to have a hot date, though. Should I step out before he arrives?”
“Don’t even think about it,” I practically growled.
It was all I could do not to tear his clothes off right there, but I wanted us to at least have a nice dinner before I spent the rest of the night enjoying him in my bed. And wherever else I could get him.
He looked good enough himself to eat in a pair of dark jeans, white collared shirt he’d left unbuttoned at the neck, and a fitted black vest. Donovan made everything he wore look stylish, like he’d just walked off a fashion magazine—and usually, he had.
I pointed to the couch. “Sit. Relax.” Then I headed into the kitchen with the bottles of liquor he’d brought over and poured us each a glass—a vodka soda for him, a Jack and Coke for me.
He’d already kicked off his shoes when I set our drinks on the coffee table and joined him on the couch. His head was cocked to the side. “Are you listening to jazz?”
Taking a sip of my drink, I shook my head. “The guy who lives below me is obsessed with Duke Ellington, listens to him almost every night.”
“Huh.” Donovan reached for his glass. “Kinda goes with the vibe you’ve got going on here tonight.”
“Yeah? You like this?”
“Do I like being wined and dined by the sexiest man I’ve ever met?” He smiled at me over his glass. “Damn right I do.”
I relaxed back into the couch, stretching my arm out along the back so that my fingers brushed the soft strands of his hair. “Think you could get used to this? With me?”
Donovan snuggled into my side. “Already have. You aren’t getting rid of me that easy.”
“Good, ’cause I have a pair of handcuffs in my bedroom, and I’m not afraid to use them.”
Donovan pushed up, flicking his eyes to the doors off my small living area, then back to me. “Oh, in that case, I’ve changed my mind. You might want to go get them, make sure I don’t bolt before you have a chance to convince me that you’re the one to wine and dine me.”
“So now I have to convince you?”
“If it involves me in a pair of handcuffs and you doing dirty naked things to my body? Then yes, you definitely have to convince me.”
I pulled him back into my side and kissed the top of his head. “Trouble.”
“You know it.”
“I do. But I wanted to let you know how things went with Rafferty.”
Donovan grimaced. “Uh oh. Was he mad? Do I need to go into hiding for stealing his ‘big thing’ right out from under his nose?”
“Actually, he was pretty good about it. Said that he could tell by my expression when he was explaining I had to be with other men that my heart wasn’t really in it. And how could he expect my cock to be in it if my head wasn’t? His words, not mine.”
“Wise words.”
“True words.” I took a sip of my drink and then placed it on the small table beside me, doing the same with Donovan’s. “I don’t know what spell you cast over me, but since the moment I saw you, I’ll be damned if I can see anyone else.”
Donovan shifted on the couch, moving over to straddle my lap. He took my face between his hands. “I feel the same way.”
I nipped at his lower lip as I ran my hands up and down his back. “He did say, though, if we ever want to come back and visit, we could both wear masks.”
Donovan started to laugh. “Um, I’m pretty sure they’d still be able to tell it’s you. You’re pretty hard to miss.”
“What are you trying to say? That people weren’t tuning in to look at my pretty face?”
“Let’s just say Travis would be able to tell who you were in a cock lineup before he would an actual lineup. So you could cover your head, just not the head on your shoulders if you’re trying for a disguise.”
“Duly noted.” I gripped his hips and tugged him closer. Donovan tipped his head back, and I moved in to lick a path up his neck to his ear.
He wrapped his arms around me, and before I knew it, he’d pulled my hair tie free. “Fuck, I love your hair.”
He tilted my head back, then leaned down and sucked on my lower lip. I could feel his erection hard and thick through his pants as he ground it against mine.
“Jesus, Donovan. I was supposed to be feeding you dinner.”
He kissed his way up to my ear. “Oh, don’t worry, I plan to eat.”
Fuckin’ hell. I’d always loved sex, had never held back or been shy about going after what I wanted. But with Donovan, it was so much more than that. It was how we’d first connected, first met, and that connection had intensified to the point where I felt he was part of my very being.
I slipped my hands up his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against mine, then took his mouth in a fevered kiss. A soft moan fell from his lips as I slipped my tongue inside for a taste, and when his fingers tightened in my hair, I reached for the button of his jeans.
To hell with dinner. It could wait. I wanted him naked, and I wanted it now.
I ripped my mouth free and palmed his stiff dick. “Take these off.”
“Yes, sir.” He backed up off my lap and unzipped his jeans. As he kicked out of his shoes and socks and tugged them down, I did the same.
I raised my hips off the couch as he hooked his thumbs into his black boxer briefs, and just as we were about to lose the rest of our clothes—
“Kelly, you’re out of milk.”
The unexpected announcement from Corey had me cursing as both our heads jerked in his direction.
He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, holding up the milk jug that clearly had a couple of cups still in it, not bothered in the least that he’d interrupted a private moment.
“Corey, what the fuck, man?”
“What? You wanted to know when you ran out of stuff, and I’m about to use this, so…you’re running out.”
Above me, Donovan was still frozen, watching the exchange. “Uh, what’s happening right now?”
I sighed, my dick instantly deflating as I sat up and pulled my jeans back over my ass. “Corey, this is Donovan. Donovan, this is my neighbor Corey, who has no sense of personal space and steals all my food.”
Before Donovan could say anything, Corey walked over, wiping his hand on his pants before holding it out to shake.
Donovan glanced at me and then down at his exposed boxer briefs, and all I could do was shrug.
As Donovan shook his hand and tried covering his erection with a pillow, Corey gave him a crooked grin. “You don’t have to worry about that. I already know who you are. Great scenes, dude. I especially like the whole burglar thing—”
“Because it’s familiar ground for you?” I said. “Seriously, can’t you see we’re a little busy?”
“I thought you heard me.” Corey shrugged. “And I wouldn’t say little about either of you. I saw the—”
“Okay, time to go.” I got to my feet, zipping my jeans, and then pushed Corey toward the door.
“Wait, I didn’t get the cereal—”
“Too bad. Get creative with what you’ve got.” I opened the door and forced him through it. “Or better yet, try delivery. It’s New York—you can get anything.”
Unfazed, Corey stared past me at Donovan and waved. “It was nice to meet you—”
I shut the door in his face then locked it, and as I hauled the entry table in front of it for good measure, Corey called out, “Did you want your milk back?”
“Good night, Corey.”
The look of amusement on Donovan’s face was priceless as I headed back to the couch. The hot moment was snuffed out for now.
“Who’s got the revolving door now?” he said, grinning.
“Ugh, sorry about that. I told him earlier I had company tonight, but obviously he knows no boundaries.”
“I’m familiar with that.” Donovan nodded. “But I don’t give my friends a key.”
I gave him a droll look as I planted my ass on the couch and reached for my drink. “Trust me, I’ve learned from by mistake.”
Donovan tapped his lips, humming as he scanned my apartment. The wheels in his head were obviously turning.
“Do I want to know what you’re thinking?”
“Several things,” he said, scooting in closer. “First, that we’ve gotta get you out of this place and away from crazy neighbors, stat. And second…” He pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “A model needs more closet space than you have here.”
“Oh yeah? You trying to get me to move already?”
Donovan smirked, twirling a finger around a long strand. “I mean, you do have a pretty big check coming in. Then again, my closet’s big enough for the both of us.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “I can’t just move in with you.”
“Why not?”
“Because you might get sick of me in a week, and they’ll rent this place out from under me in two seconds.”
“Sooo, if I’m not sick of you in a week, you’ll move in?”
Groaning, I scooted to the edge of the couch and uncovered the plates I’d prepared for us. “I think the hunger is making you delusional. We should eat before Corey comes back and steals this too.”
“Fine, but don’t think this conversation is over.” Donovan placed the napkin in his lap—a comical sight, considering he still wore just his boxer briefs—and as he picked up his fork, he added, “Maybe I’ll bust out the handcuffs from my collection next time you’re over, and keep you.”
