Page 4 of Winning the Dad

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Page 4 of Winning the Dad

Should I be honest? Or would that put him off? Fuck that. I was too old to be playing games. “Up until now, I thought I didn’t.”

Sawyer’s eyes grew big. “You’re straight?”

“Apparently not, or I wouldn’t be here.”

“Oh. Right.” He seemed to process that. “But you’ve never been with a guy?”

“Nope. I’ve watched gay porn, though.”

A ding announced the elevator’s arrival, and we got in. Luckily, no one joined us.

“Why would you watch gay porn if you’re straight?”

I shrugged. “My son came out as gay when he was fourteen, and I wanted to be able to talk about sex with him, so I did some research.”

“Did you find it hot?”

I wiggled my hand. “Not really, but I may have chosen the wrong categories, watching college-aged kids. They don’t do it for me.”

“Same. Makes me feel like a cradle robber. But what changed your mind?”

I couldn’t fault him for being skeptical. “You. You’re hot.”

The elevator doors whooshed open, and we got out. “And that’s never happened?”

“Nope.”

“But you’re okay with it?”

I held him back by his shoulder, and we faced each other in the hallway. “Are you? You seem to have a bigger issue with it than I do.”

He opened his mouth and closed it again. “Fair enough. I don’t like the idea of you regretting this later.”

I chuckled. “I’m a big boy, Sawyer. I’m single, fifty years old, and I know what I want. Trust me, I can handle it.”

Sawyer threw up his hands and laughed. “You’re right. I don’t know why I’m making such a big deal out of it. It’s not like I haven’t hooked up with bicurious men.”

“Hooking up?” I kept my face blank. “Who said anything about hooking up?”

“What did you think…?” Sawyer sighed. “You’re messing with me.”

I chuckled and pointed toward the door we were in front of. “That your room?”

“Yeah.”

“Are we gonna stand in the hallway, yapping about hooking up, or were you planning on actually… Hmph?—”

Sawyer’s lips crashed against mine, and there was nothing sweet or gentle about the kiss. It was hard and heavy and hot, going from zero to one hundred miles an hour faster than a Formula 1 car. I poured myself into it, pinning Sawyer against the wall and devouring his mouth.

When we came up for air, his lips were swollen, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes dazed. “D-do you wanna come in?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

2

SAWYER

We stumbled into my room, the door falling shut behind us, and Jack took my mouth again. Jesus, the man could kiss. He went all in, not holding back, and to be pinned against the wall by that powerful body was…




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