Marry Me by G. Hauser (good books to read for women TXT) 📕

wanted to

see…for a second date.

Placing the juice on the desk, Braxton sat down and shared

the workload. It was the least he could do.

~

By six Fabian had a headache and couldn’t work anymore.

He shut down the computer and reclined in his chair, stretching

his arms over his head to ease his neck and back.

A soft rap came to his door, followed by Braxton looking in.

“It’s late. Go home.”

“The time got away from me.”

“It always does when we’re swamped. But fuck it this

weekend. Take two days off. Let me and Brianna keep the

hounds at bay.”

Fabian stood from his chair and pushed it under his desk.

“I’m beat.”

“Me too. Hell of a fucking week.”

“’Night, guys!” was yelled from Brianna.

“‘Night, sweetie!” Braxton shouted back.

Fabian heard the office door open and close. He met

Braxton’s gaze. They were glued to each other at the moment in

a staring match.

Fabian caved in first and made for him, cupping his face and

going for Braxton’s mouth.

Braxton moaned deliciously and wrapped his arms around

Fabian’s waist, making their groins touch. The kissing grew

wild, and Fabian kept stroking Braxton’s rough jaw, digging his

fingers into his long hair. After what felt like a long moment of

twirling tongues and pressing stiff cocks together, Fabian rested

his forehead on Braxton’s and caught his breath. “I can’t stop

thinking about you.”

“I don’t know which of us is the bigger fool.”

“Me.” Fabian smiled adoringly at him.

Braxton chuckled and appeared shy. “True.”

“Do you have a date tonight, Mr Todd? Auction or

otherwise?” Fabian ran his fingers along Braxton’s square jaw

line and admired those magical hazel irises of his.

“Thankfully, no.”

Fabian searched Braxton’s gaze. “If I invite you to my home,

will you come?”

“Yes.”

Wanting to add, ‘ for a fuck and then you’ll leave? ’ Fabian restrained the urge. Braxton smoothed his hand down Fabian’s

side to his hip and used his thumb to massage tiny circles on

Fabian’s pelvis. It was so sensually erotic, Fabian’s cock was

throbbing down the leg of his dress trousers.

Braxton went for Fabian’s mouth again, and they kissed

softly, lovingly. Then it changed to something else—fire.

Braxton pushed Fabian against his desk and went for Fabian’s

belt.

You want to fuck me right here on my desk?

Although the temptation and desire was great, Fabian had a

dreaded feeling if he allowed it, Braxton would simply go home

after.

He clutched Braxton’s hands before they got his zipper down.

Parting from the kiss, Fabian studied Braxton’s expression.

Looking slightly defeated, Braxton stopped trying to strip

Fabian’s pants off. He stepped back and ran his hand over his

hair.

Fabian buckled his belt and fought with the sense of dealing

with a man who would eventually break his heart. “Uh, I don’t

have anything to eat there. So, what should we do for dinner?”

“We can call and get something delivered.” Braxton suddenly

appeared conflicted.

“Okay.” Fabian looked around the office, disoriented from

the rawness. Struggling to think, he searched his desk and patted

his pockets for his phone and keys, still dizzy from the contact.

Not to mention the concept of a man who wanted to fuck him…

everywhere risqué.

Leading them out, Braxton walked down the hall, shutting

lights and continually trying to get his long hair back from his

forehead and eyes, as if either it was driving him crazy or he was

nervous.

They stood together waiting for the elevator in silence. Since

it was after six, and Friday, the building had cleared out. Once

inside the elevator, Braxton pushed the parking lot level button

and fidgeted, shifting his weight, hands in and out of his

pockets…biting his lower lip.

“You sure you want to come?” Fabian asked.

“Sure I’m sure. Do you not want me to?”

The look of defensiveness shouldn’t have surprised Fabian.

He was getting used to it. “Only if you want to. I mean, if all you want is a fuck,” Fabian sneered, “we can do it in your car.” He

didn’t intend for it to come out nasty, but it did.

The elevator opened at their level and both exited, stopping to

confront the other.

“It’s not all I want. If it was all I wanted why would I be

asking to spend the evening with you?” Braxton did not seem

pleased.

“Fine. Okay.” Fabian wanted him so much, he knew this kind

of talk would turn Braxton off and they would each go their

separate ways. “Don’t lose me.” Fabian walked to his car.

Under his breath he heard Braxton reply, “I’m trying not to.”

Fabian smiled to himself and sat behind the wheel, starting

the car. He pulled out and waited as that sexy Porsche nearly

kissed his rear end. They drove to Pasadena, ‘spooning’

bumpers.

~

Braxton tapped his earpiece to answer a call as he kept the

Lexus in front of him while on the way to Fabian’s home.

“Braxton Todd,” he said, checking the clock on the dash and

knowing he should be allowing the answering service to pick up.

“Braxton? It’s Dack. You never returned my calls.”

Braxton moaned to himself and rubbed his forehead. “Look,

Dack, I’m really not interested.”

“But I thought we had some chemistry. You know.”

“No. I don’t know. We didn’t have any chemistry.”

“I got a great contract for a reality show. I was thinking

maybe you can be my PR guy. Get me interviews on talk shows

and into the magazines.”

“And your sugar daddy will pay my fee?” Braxton shook his

head in disgust.

“Yes.”

“Christ, Dack. Come on. You know how expensive it is to

hire me?”

“The old man wants me to succeed. He said he’d do anything

I wanted. And I want to be a celebrity.”

“Pull your pants down on your reality show. That’ll get you

in the news.” Braxton slowed down as Fabian’s car exited the

highway and began weaving through local neighborhoods.

“Are you serious? Is that the advice you’re giving me?”

“No. I’m joking, sort of. But you’ll be noticed and the ‘old

man’ won’t have to pay.”

“Would you do it? Pull your pants down on TV?”

“No.”

“Then why are you telling me to do it? I want a career, not a

reputation as an idiot!”

“Look, Dack, I’m sorry. I’m just exhausted and need to get

back to you about it Monday. If you’re serious.”

“Of course I’m serious. And…I really would love to…ya

know…”

“Ya know?” Braxton noticed Fabian pulling into a parking lot

of a large apartment complex. He followed, looking for the guest

spot.

“…have sex with you.”

“I…” Braxton watched Fabian