Marry Me, G. Hauser [ereader for textbooks .txt] 📗

sure his door was closed,

calling Naomi quickly.

“What’s up, Fabe?”

“He just asked me out to drinks.”

“Finally!”

“What should I do?”

“Kiss and tell. You’d better!”

“Gotta go.”

“Call or text me after!”

“I’m so nervous!” Fabian ran his hand over his hair.

“Fabian?”

“Yeah?”

“He’s just a man. That’s all. I mean, really, deep down, all we

want is love, trust and a little understanding.”

Fabian melted at her words. “I love you.”

“No. You love your boss!” She laughed. “Now go get him!”

“Bye.” He disconnected the phone and tried to straighten his

jacket and tuck in his shirt, even sticking a breath mint on his

tongue. Clearing his throat, he opened the door and noticed

Brianna also finishing up. Five o’clock was early for the three of

them, but they were getting caught up, and it felt nice.

“Do you want to leave your car?” Braxton asked as he exited

his office.

Brianna spun around and looked back at him in shock. “You

two have a date?”

“A drink.” Braxton closed his office door. “You’re welcome

to join us.”

“Nope. Gotta get home to my family.” She smiled

mischievously. “You know. That wonderful partner who awaits

you when you come home?”

“Don’t push it.” Braxton poked her shoulder.

They walked together to the elevator. Fabian was as amused

as Brianna was by Braxton’s change of heart. But, of course it

may just be one drink to unwind and talk, that’s it. Either way,

Fabian would be good with it.

“You can drive or I’ll drive. I don’t mind either way.” Fabian

put his hands into his pockets as the three waited for the elevator.

When Brianna cracked up Fabian wondered why. He glanced at

Braxton and asked, “What did I say?”

“She’s being perverted. Ignore her.” Braxton raised his

eyebrow at the young woman.

It only took Fabian a second to realize what he had implied

sexually about being a top or bottom. “Well, it is true.”

Brianna exploded into a full belly laugh as the elevator doors

opened. “Good!” she said. “Because Mr Todd is dominant in

every way. Or so he’s said.”

“Ms Cambridge,” Braxton warned as he pushed the parking

level button, “Control yourself.”

Chills raced over Fabian’s skin as he imagined Braxton

‘driving’ him, face down into his pillows. “Oh, God.” He bit his

lower lip at the thought.

A hand on each of their upper arms, Brianna deliberately

shifted them both to one side of the elevator so Fabian was

standing in front of Braxton as the elevator stopped and loaded

with people on every floor.

This time Fabian was where he wanted to be, spooned by

Braxton as he was forced to move backwards, into him.

Braxton touched Fabian at the elbow, assuring him it was

okay they were in contact. It appeared Brianna tried to restrain

her comments and laughter at seeing the two of them in a sexual

position. Not to mention, the more strangers that surrounded

them, the more it amused the young woman. Fabian closed his

eyes and felt Braxton’s cock throbbing against his ass. He put his

hand into his own trouser pocket and touched himself through

the lining. He was so hard he was beginning to dampen his briefs

with pre-cum. It’d been too long since he’d been with a man, and

the sexual tension was killing him.

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Once Fabian’s body slightly relaxed and rested against him,

Braxton inhaled Fabian’s hair. He was a few inches taller than

Fabian but their bodies fit together perfectly. As the small

crowded box stopped and started for ten floors, Braxton, ever so

gently, rubbed his cock over Fabian’s tight ass cheeks, feeling it

roll over the crack between. He was about to combust it was so

hot.

He caught Brianna take a peek at the contact between them.

She shot Braxton a smile and mouthed, ‘ Just do it.’

He narrowed his gaze at her and shook his head.

‘ He’s in love with you, ya jerk! ’ she said in silence.

As if Fabian sensed communication going on behind his

back, he peeked over his shoulder. “Am I doing something

wrong?”

A few people standing in the tight space, glanced at them

curiously, then the crowd dispersed when the elevator arrived at

the parking level. Braxton didn’t want Fabian to move but of

course, they couldn’t ride the elevator up and down all night.

When Fabian exited the elevator, Braxton missed the heat and

contact, pushing at his cock to calm it down so he didn’t tent his

trousers.

“Have fun. See ya in the morning.” Brianna waved and

climbed into her car.

The two men stood between the Porsche and Lexus to discuss

logistics.

“If I leave my car, I suppose you can just drop me off at the

parking garage entrance when we’re done.” Fabian rested against

his car door, crossing his arms.

“Where do you want to go?” Braxton looked down at

Fabian’s crotch and could see an outline of an erection. Oh fuck.

Look at that.

Once he had a quick scan at the surroundings, Braxton traced

the line of Fabian’s zipper flap with his index finger. He couldn’t help it.

“Jesus.” Fabian sank against his car and parted his legs.

“Braxton, this is inevitable. Whether we’re out for a drink or

standing here in the parking lot, we—”

Braxton put his finger to Fabian’s lips to quiet him. “We can

walk down Seventh Avenue. There are a few restaurants right

here near the office that we can get a quick drink and appetizer.”

“And then?” Fabian looked around the area and tugged on

Braxton’s belt loop.

“Why don’t we see how we feel in a non-work environment?

We may find we clash on something big and there’s no place to

go. You know what I mean?”

“I do. Okay.”

“How about the restaurant on South San Pedro Street? It’s not

that far of a walk.”

“Don’t know it, but I trust you.” Fabian smiled sweetly.

“Good.” Braxton tilted his head towards the exit and they

walked to the street. It was still light out and the vehicle and

pedestrian traffic was heavy as the p.m. commute was underway.

Yellow cabs and transit buses mixed with the ubiquitous

automobile, and Braxton was glad he wasn’t hitting the road

while the congestion was in full swing. They walked together

quietly, and Braxton enjoyed the fact that they didn’t need

incessant small talk to be content. Or at least he didn’t. Five

blocks away, Braxton opened the door to a restaurant and

instantly was hit with the exotic spices of Asian food.

Although Braxton was sick of dining out, he didn’t