Marry Me by G. Hauser (best love story novels in english TXT) 📗

himself, not getting his trouser wet, which made him happy,

then he inspected his hair and face.

“Hello.” He shot himself a dazzling smile and touched his

forehead and laugh lines, considering Botox but maybe not yet.

Soon. His clients all indulged in the practice and Braxton knew

some excellent plastic surgeons when it came time. He was

tempted, but still considered himself strikingly handsome. And

Brianna would tell him to go get it, if he needed it.

He checked his ass out in the mirror and returned to his

office, reading his gold watch. “One more minute, sweet stuff,

and yours truly will go out for a meal on his own.”

As he approached his own office, the elevator chimed and he

paused. The doors opened and there was the gorgeous Dominic,

appearing thrilled to have been invited.

“Hi.” Dominic made his way towards Braxton.

“Hi, back.” Braxton touched his cheek affectionately and

entered his quiet office, walking to his desk and sitting on the

chair. No need for formalities in his opinion, Braxton opened his

pants and exposed his cock.

“You gorgeous fucker!” Dominic knelt on the floor between

Braxton’s legs and took his cock into his mouth, moaning.

Braxton caressed his short hair, feeling the tips like a bristle

brush. Dominic moaned and tugged Braxton’s trousers lower.

Braxton raised his hips and his belt and trousers dropped to his

ankles.

Sucking Braxton like a pro, the young man drew as much of

Braxton’s cock into his mouth as he could as he held Braxton’s

balls. He gave it a nice slurp, then asked, “You want to fuck

me?”

“Why don’t you continue what you’re doing? It’s so nice.”

He got a devilish grin from Dominic who went back to

holding the base of Braxton’s cock and sucking deep and hard.

Braxton rested his head on the chair and closed his eyes as

Dominic did everything Braxton could wish for, including a nice

rim rub and ball massage.

“Yes.” Braxton could have edged the climax all night, but he

was hungry. He spread his legs wider and Dominic sucked

harder, fisting Braxton more quickly. “Perfect. That’s it.” He felt the climax rising and warned Dominic, “I’m there, pretty boy.”

Instead of backing out and cupping his cock, Dominic

swallowed. Another point for his pretty baby.

“Oh yes.” Braxton floated on the climax high as Dominic

lapped at his slit and milked him. “You do that so well.”

“Excellent. Maybe I’ll be invited back.”

Braxton met Dominic’s brown eyes. “Let me buy you dinner.

In thanks.” He caressed Dominic’s hair.

“That’s great. Thank you.” Dominic knelt upright as Braxton

tucked his cock inside his briefs and zipped his pants.

“My pleasure.” He stood and fastened his belt. “How about

Thai food?”

“Sounds great.” Dominic followed Braxton out of his office.

Braxton made sure he shut everything off, and took his jacket

from the back of his chair, putting it on. “What is it you do?”

“Go-go boy at Yo-man’s in Silverlake.”

Braxton allowed Dominic to enter the elevator first and

smiled at him, regretting the invitation to dinner. He was already

anticipating the begging for a big break and representation.

~

This was why all Braxton wanted was sex.

Though Braxton feigned interest, in reality, he was bored. He

ate his dinner, nodding and smiling at Dominic’s stories of job

offers to be an actor or model, and though he didn’t mind the

company too much, Braxton would sooner have had his meal in

his condo in Santa Monica, alone.

He ended the dinner when it felt polite and not abrupt and

waved goodbye to Dominic, reminding himself to stop hooking

up with men, since Braxton lost interest immediately after the

sex.

Home, finally, in his luxury two bed, two bath condo,

walking distance to the Promenade, Braxton hung up his suit to

bring to the cleaners over the weekend, then recalled the charity

event Sophia had roped him into. Auctioned off? Given to

people as a date?

Braxton brushed his teeth wearing only his briefs and stared

into his hazel eyes. He knew why people would bid for him. But

he didn’t want the ordeal of fending off sexual advances from

horrible individuals who wanted him to be a gigolo not a date for

a cancer charity. Yeah, Sophia said he wasn’t expected to have

sex, but Braxton knew how that went.

Money.

He could never be bought. Never. Even when men offered to

bail him out when the economy tanked and his business teetered.

Offers came in for Braxton to give up his own company and

work for someone else. He was best on his own. He’d been that

way all his life.

Thinking about how hard his past was and needing to talk to

someone, Braxton finished getting ready for bed. He picked up

his cordless phone, sat on his bed and pointed his remote at the

flat-screen TV he had in a wall unit in his bedroom. The late

night comedy shows were a favorite of his, so he sat up against

the headboard on his pillows and pushed a speed dial button,

connecting to the only person in his life he trusted.

“Hi, Braxton. What’s up?”

“Is it too late? I had a shitty date for dinner and I need a real

person to talk to.” Braxton split his attention between Jon

Stewart to his conversation with Brianna.

“You are so weird.”

“I know. Do you and your hubby want to come to the black

tie charity auction this Saturday?”

“Why? Getting cold feet?”

“No. Just would be nice to have a friendly face there.” He

muted the sound when a commercial break came up.

“We can’t, Brax. Sorry. But I have a bet with him that you’ll

bring in twice as much money as the trip to Hawaii.”

He heard her laugh and smiled to himself. “Betting on a

charity auction. Yeah, that’s all you, Brianna.”

“It’s just a day to take care of the kid and do the laundry.

Some bet, huh.”

Braxton could hear her husband say something in the

background but didn’t understand what it was, though he could

imagine. “So?” Braxton asked, “You think I’ll be bought by men

or women?”

“Both.”

“I spoke to Sophia…” He ran his hand over his hair and

ignored the advertisements that seemed to get longer each year,

with less and less of the actual programs. “I warned her this was

only dinner. I have a feeling for the money they are going to get

for me, that—”

“Don’t worry, Braxton. You’re a big boy and can obviously

set the rules. They know you’re not a gigolo.”

Braxton smiled. “No. Though I’m