𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | 𝐁𝐗𝐁

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"How do you like this place already?"

Real estate agent Diana, standing in the living room of the sea view apartment, which was much larger than all the houses I have lived in throughout my life combined, leaned her hands on her waist with great curiosity. She was looking at Matt and Matt was looking at me. He was looking at me because I bet I have a face that screams I want to shove a log up his ass right now.

"I don't know, Diana..." Matt blurred a little. "I'm buying this place for my brother-in-law and his opinion is important."

"Can you give us a moment, Diana?" I folded my arms to surprise them both.

"Sure," Diana quickly moved to get out of sight. "I was supposed to meet with one of my clients anyway." She waved the phone in her hand towards us. "Enjoy yourself, let me know when you're done talking so I can show you the rest of the house. Considering the size of the house, we need to spend a lot of time doing this."

And she left. When I was finally alone with Matt, I looked at him with my eyes before moving. He took a nervous breath as he took a few steps towards me. 

"I know what you're thinking, but before you say it..."

"Do you know?" I interrupted him, relaxed my arms and started walking towards him. "Do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Ben, please listen..."

While he was babbling something, I stood in front of him. "You think you know what I'm thinking, Matt? I'm thinking about my sister's husband wanting me to be his mistress, and I feel like some kind of whore. That's what I'm thinking about."

"Please lower your voice." His hands settled unnervingly on my shoulders, trying to hold me still, but when I shook myself quickly, his eyes darted over my face a few times. He leaned over me slightly to approach me more convincingly. "That wasn't my intention. I want to spend more time with you, in fact, I can't stay away from you, and I'm sorry, but I don't know any other way to do it. I just..." His hands rested on my shoulders once again, leaning in to hold me against him. "I just wanted us to have a place where I could wake up next to you."

I fixed my eyes on his face, which I had managed to avoid until now because he held me close to him. His hands were already resting on my waist. Certainly. This man only has dick on his mind.

"I have to admit I find this a little romantic," I admitted. "But I still can't do this, Matt. I feel bad enough as it is. For doing this to Sam..." My voice trailed off.

Matt looked back hastily, toward the hallway. When he couldn't see any Diana there eavesdropping on our conversation, he leaned towards me and crashed his lips against mine once. His eyes were almost pleading as he pulled back. 

"There's no reason why we can't discuss this over dinner."

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After visiting the rest of the house, we arrived at a luxurious Italian restaurant. Matt ordered lobster for both of us, then poured the white wine into glasses at the table. 

He leaned back to look at me with a distressed look. "Yes, I thought there were a few things I needed to clear up before you rejected me."

"And what are they?" I said in a shallow voice as I reached for the garlic bread on the table.

"First of all, I don't want you to feel pressured."

"On which subject?" I raised my eyes towards him as I put a piece of bread in my mouth.

"You know, you're about to graduate and I know the internship is taking up all your time. Besides, Steve...Him...Your boyfriend..."

I leaned forward and locked my hands together. "Look, don't be mad at me, but I don't think you have a say in the matter. You're married to my sister, so dating guys is only my business."

His long fingers reached for his glass with a graceful but not very calm move. I could see his jaw clenching as he played with it and ran his fingers over it.

"So you're saying you're going to continue dating him."

"He's a good person," I replied. "Let's move on to the next topic, what are you planning to do with me and that house?"

He frowned and sighed. It was his turn to look away. "I was just thinking we should have a secluded place to meet up on weekends or times like that."

"How long have you been planning this?"

"For a while."

"How did you make sure I would agree to this?"

Now I can see him clearly watching me. He never stops watching, and even when our food arrives quickly at the table, after muttering a quick "thank you" to the waiter, I can feel his eyes on me. 

"You didn't answer my question," I said, attacking the lobster, "How are you so sure I'll accept that?"

Then, instead of answering my question, he did something very strange. His large palm settled on my crotch from under the table, squeezing it a little, and he laughed a little when it caused a piece of food to fly out of my mouth. 

"Do you remember what we did yesterday?" I felt myself blush uncontrollably when he mentioned me fucking him for the first time, and Matt continued anyway. "I want to do this more often."

Did the bastard try to seduce me? In front of all these respected customers and waiters? I can't help it, but I think it was successful. He fixed his eyes on me as he traced the outline of my cock, which was beginning to harden in my pants. Damn. He is aware that he has weakened me until my knees shake.

"Next we need to talk about consent."

Matt laughs but has no intention of moving his hand. "Anytime baby, just finish your food and let me take you home."

I can see what's going through his mind. I sigh wistfully when my damn eyes sneakily wander over his shirt hugging his broad shoulders, his arms, and his bulging chest. I think I need it. I need him now, right here. I stare at him as my chest feels like it's going to explode with the sensation. 

"Or we can stay?" I watch with pure happiness as his eyes widen in terror. "I know this turns you on," I push forward. "These restaurants still have a damn toilet to use occasionally, right?"