Page 60 of Not Home Alone

My cock is still tingling.

Not in an I need to see a doctor kind of way. Tingling with an I need to order more peppermint lip balm to be delivered to the house ASAP kind of urgency. I wonder if she only uses peppermint flavored lip balm at Christmas. I think I might like Christmas now.

“Guess I don’t need to ask if you had a good night last night,” Wyatt mutters.

I had forgotten he was there. Or that I was here. In his office. I had forgotten that there are other things I need to do besides receive the most invigorating blow job of my life from Merrily.

I hate that.

I hate everything about everything that isn’t Merrily giving me a peppermint blow job.

I hate that it isn’t still yesterday when Merrily’s soft peppermint lips were on my cock. “Why am I here again?”

“You are here to sign the renewal contract for the steel supplier. New business has been put on hold until you take over as CEO or Robert sells the company. But the factory needs steel. So…” He slides the contract in front of me. “Standard terms. Slight price increase. Look it over before you sign.”

“I always look contracts over before I sign,” I snap.

“You do. But you don’t usually show up to my office with a goofy grin on your face and big red hearts where your eyeballs used to be. Lock in, Moody. I’ve got another client meeting in half an hour.”

Right. Locking in. I scan the terms. Everything seems to be in order. I pull out my pen from my briefcase, because Wyatt doesn’t like people using his pens. Such an asshole. “Right. Signed. Anything else?”

“I don’t know, Moody? Is there anything else? Have you made a decision?”

Yes. I’ve decided that peppermint is my new favorite flavor and that my favorite mouth is Merrily’s mouth. I’ve decided that I like Holly Grove.

“Do you like it here?” I ask, staring at my pen, probably because it reminds me of my erect dick, which reminds me of Merrily sucking on it.

“Yes, that’s why I almost never go home.” Wyatt is typing and staring at his computer monitor. It has always driven me nuts, the way he can fully pay attention to a conversation while simultaneously paying full attention to whatever it is he’s typing on his computer or cell phone.

“Not your office. Holly Grove.”

“Oh. Yeah. I suppose. I don’t dislike it.”

“I think I’m starting to like it again. As much as I did when my mom was alive.”

“Okay. Good. So that’s your decision. Yes to CEO of The Moody Group. I have more contracts for you to sign, in that case. I’ll have Joy bring them⁠—”

Before he can message his assistant, I say, “Not yet. Maybe. I’m seventy percent there. I do care about this town. More than I thought I would. Have you ever been to The Schnitzel Factory?” I ask, unable to prevent the grin from spreading across my face.

“Absolutely not.”

“It’s fun. This town is fun. Not in the way you grow up thinking a town should be fun, but… This town is beautiful and warm and kind. Even when it’s not being nice to me. I mean, it’s cute when it’s not being nice to me. But it’s also electric. There’s so much going on underneath the surface of this town. So much warmth. It’s inviting. And intoxicating. And surprisingly naughty. This town has really cute feet.”

“Right. It’s a very pretty, pleasant town. With nice, blonde hair.” He finally stops typing and looks across his desk at me. “Okay. So you’re in love with Merrily Tucker.”

“I do like her. I’m so into her.”

“You’re in love with her.”

“That can’t be right.”

“I’m never wrong about anything. It’s right.”

“What would you know about being in love?”

He hesitates for half a second and then says, “I know when I’m not in love. I know when you’re not in love. And I know that you’re not-not in love right now.”

He’s not wrong. But I don’t think this is being in love. I think it’s lust. And like. It’s lust plus like. And a little nostalgia. Plus, more lust. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter. I live in New York. She lives in Ann Arbor.”