5/24/2023 0 Comments The Night Of by Tal BauerRun his fingers through his hair, squeeze his ass. He wanted to cup Mike’s cheeks, rip his suit off. Tom couldn’t get Mike’s clothes off fast enough, couldn’t get his hands everywhere they wanted to be. Hands tugged at his shirt, pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders. Mike steered Tom out of the kitchen, his kisses getting deeper, hungrier. It wasn’t a Hollywood romance, candles and roses and dripping with sensuality, but as they kissed in Tom’s kitchen to the sound of Etta Mae’s smacking jowls and the crunch of dog food, Tom felt his heart burst just the same. Tom spun, wrapping his hands around Mike’s neck as their lips met. Hands snaked around his waist and lips pressed against his cheek. “You’re a spoiled princess.” She ignored him. When the timer went off, he heard her run for the kitchen. Rushing, on autopilot, he put her dinner together and popped it in the microwave. Tom shook his head and headed for the kitchen, dumping his briefcase and his keys on the counter. Grinning, Mike gave her one with both hands, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Etta Mae melted into his touch, sitting and then flopping sideways, her tiny tyrannosaurus legs waving in the air as she begged for a belly rub. “She needs to say hi.” Mike tried to hide how he adjusted himself as he crouched down and reached for Etta Mae, scratching behind both her ears.
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