His voice came out a bit husky, a trick he used when he wanted to get his way. The sound of it always drove me crazy, even after all these years. Which he knew, of course. He stretched an arm up into the air, his head coming to rest against the back of the couch. While I kept watching him, I found myself setting down my briefcase and loosening the knot on my tie. Ben smiled as I toed off my shoes on my way to the couch, careful to lay my suit jacket over the back of his favorite chair. I stood right in front of him and looked down at him, his hand still moving slowly up and down his dick.
Excerpt 3 from Take This Man
The waiter had just set down a huge piece of
I raised my glass to clink his. “I don’t care what the government says. I want to marry you, and a stupid piece of paper doesn’t make my feelings for you any different. I love you, and I want to marry you.” Our champagne glasses clinked.
“You want to drive down to
I nodded at him to help himself to the cake. “You don’t understand. I don’t care about some license or any silly documents. I want a pastor to marry us. In my heart, that’s all that matters, not a stupid document.”
“But if the paper doesn’t matter …”
“Never mind. If you don’t want to marry me, that’s fine.”
“I didn’t say that. I just don’t see why it matters so much to you. You’re always such a rebel, you don’t seem like the one to follow any ancient heterosexual ritual.”
“I just want you to commit to me, and I want to commit to you. Why is that so hard to understand?”
“It isn’t, but legally …”
“I don’t care what they say. If I want to marry you, that’s all that matters to me.”
Jake took a big bite of cake.
“Fine, I won’t ask you again, but once it’s legal, you’ll have to ask.”
“It’s such a nice place,” Mike said. He leaned across the bar and spoke in a low voice. “The smell is driving me crazy. I’m starving. How do you stand it?”
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