Bad Boy Billionaires 2 : The Wall Street Shark(10)

It didn't take long for Jeffery to enter. Evan had one leg spread over the back of the sofa and the other dangling over the side. Jeffery grabbed the ankle dangling over the other side and lifted Evan's leg up higher. With his other hand, he guided his dick into Evan's body and watched Evan's expression the entire time he did this.

Without saying a word, Evan looked into Jeffery's eyes and nodded to let him know he was okay, to let him know he could continue. He didn't stop nodding until every inch of Jeffery was inside his body and Jeffery's balls were pressed to the bottom of his ass. When he finally did stop nodding, he closed his eyes and threw his arms back over the arm of the sofa. The leg over the back of the sofa went higher and Jeffery pushed his other leg so far back his knee met his shoulder. Evan had always been agile this way and men had always been able to bend him and spread his legs apart in ways that made them more comfortable.

When Jeffery began to move his hips, Evan reached down with one hand and he started to stroke his own dick. He knew what to expect with his husband most of the time; he knew this time Jeffery would begin slowly and the fucking would increase until he heard slaps. Jeffery had always been one of those men who predominantly fucked with his pelvis, not this entire body. Though he had his more aggressive moments in bed, Jeffery's moves were not always as dramatic as they were orchestrated and even. There had been times when they'd made love in the past when Evan had glanced into a nearby mirror and watched his husband's hips moving. The rest of his body remained relatively still, but those slim sturdy hips moved so fast every nerve ending in Evan's body filled with what he'd always considered unwarranted inspiration. And that was because it was inspiring to watch from a distance, and just as inspiring to experience deep inside his body. The other men he'd been with tended to be awkward, without a sense of balance and rhythm. They often poked and prodded instead of entering and exiting with grace and dignity. 

Jeffery even came with a sense of decorum other men didn't seem to have. At the exact moment he climaxed that afternoon on the sofa, he looked into Evan's eyes for a moment, and then his head went all the way back in such a way that Evan watched the muscles in his neck tighten. While he watched his husband finish, he jerked his own erection until he came with a discharge that landed on the side of his face.

Jeffery glanced down at him and smiled. He leaned forward, slowly licked the mess Evan had made on his cheek, and kissed Evan one more time. It was a deep kiss and Evan grabbed the back of his husband's head. He always felt the same way in the end. He didn't want to let go of Jeffery; he didn't want to stop kissing and he didn't want Jeffery to leave his body.

But it ended a moment or two later, and Jeffery stood up and removed the condom. They showered together the same way they'd been showering since the first time they'd made love. Then Evan put on a short black robe and Jeffery went back to the living room to gather his clothes. Evan stood near the dining table and watched him dress. He was as much in love with Jeffery as ever. A problem in their relationship was that there were times he didn't like Jeffery. Another problem was he always felt as if he'd failed. He'd always wanted to be the one man who could tame Jeffery and turn him into the perfect monogamous husband. He'd had to learn the hard way that nothing in life is perfect and it takes time and effort to be happy.

When Jeffery was dressed, he walked over to the dining table and handed Evan the navy tie. "Would you do it? No one can tie a tie they way you can."

Evan smiled and wrapped the tie around Jeffery's neck. He moved slowly and concentrated on making a tight Windsor knot because he knew Jeffery couldn't make a Windsor knot on his own.

When he finished, he adjusted the knot tightly to Jeffery's collar and kissed him on the lips. Jeffery's hand went up the back of his robe and he said, "I'm glad you're home. I have to go now, but I'll call you later this week."

Evan walked him to the door, with Jeffery's hand still up the back of his robe. "Thanks for coming over today. I'm glad your assistant told you I was coming home today." He didn't refer to the assistant as the Werewolf in front of Jeffery.

Jeffery tilted his head sideways and said, "My assistant didn't tell me anything. No one had to tell me you were coming home today. I've been checking in with Havilland since you were admitted."

"You were?" This was news to Evan. This wasn't typical of Jeffery. He tended to delegate every aspect of his busy life, even the most personal things, to his various minions.

"I was seriously worried this time," Jeffery said. "Especially when you had to be hospitalized." Jeffery didn't mention he knew Evan had been raped and beaten. Jeffery also tended to ignore things that bothered him.