His words turned my stomach as something deep inside me hissed with jealousy. “That almost sounds romantic.”
“Non,non,non, not at all. Arsène was born to adore his Felix. There never has been or will be anyone else for him.” Armand held my gaze as he reassured me. “I’m so happy they found romance with each other. The affection I hold for Arsène is one of afrère, not a lover. When I say my home has always been him, it’s because he’s family of my heart. It has nothing to do with romance.”
Why did that cause me to heave a tremendous sigh of relief? What difference did it make to me that he wasn’t in love with a man I had never met before? How did his words instill me with a sense of hope that there might be room for me in his heart? And dear god,why did I want that?
“Oh, that’s good to know,” my mouth said without my permission.
His knowing smile filled me to the brim with nervous butterflies flapping their wings in quadruple time. “Is it?”
“Uh, maybe?”
“You have nothing to fear from Arsène. He would be relieved if I settled down with someone like you.” There was no mistaking the desire in his blue eyes as he gave me a not-so-subtle glance-over. “Not to mention quite shocked.”
I ruffled my hair as I debated the wisdom of asking the question burning up inside me. “Why?”
“Because you’re a good man I could build a life with, rather than a random stranger who entertains me for a night and is gone by the morning.” His gaze was so intense, I almost couldn’t breathe. “I’ve always lived in the now, but you inspire me to think about the future. It’s quite unexpected.”
If my heart raced any faster, I would be in danger of passing out. But I had to know. “What kind of future?”
“I’m not sure, but I look forward to finding out.” He raised his glass in a toast to me. “Something tells me it will be a fun adventure.”
The asshole who lived in my mind tortured me with another vivid visual. This time, it was one of me on my back in bed with Armand settled between my legs while giving me a blow job. It was rendered in exquisite detail as I arched up under his oral attention, my fingers laced through his dark hair while I cried out his name.
That would be a wonderful adventure, wouldn’t it?
No matter how much I wanted to disagree with the jerk in charge of my mental movie theatre, I couldn’t. The thought of Armand’s lush lips wrapped around my cock made me painfully hard. No amount of telling myself it was wrong would make it go away. I was in serious trouble.
Only if you resist what you’re feeling, my voice of dissent taunted.
That was my real problem: I wasn’t sure if I could keep my curiosity at bay about indulging in explicit pleasures with Armand.
Great,nowwe’re getting somewhere.
