“I’ll have a whiskey, please. Neat.” Glancing over at Bodhi, I don’t miss the shock on his face when he realizes I’m not ordering for him tonight. Everything about his drink order will tell me where his head’s at. If he orders a water or any sort of seltzer, he’s playing it cautious. Anything stronger, and I’m right on the money that he’s trying to play on this side of trouble tonight.
“And for you, sir?” Winston presses politely.
With a barely-there grin, as if he knows exactly what’s going on in my mind, he glances over at our server. “A vodka soda with lime, please.”
My heart palpitates as I let out a held breath. I could be totally off base and mighty presumptuous, but it feels like the fate of our evening was just decided, and completely in my favor. The giddiness that fills my lungs is potent, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from letting that thrill from breaking loose.
Within a matter of minutes, our drinks arrive, and Winston takes our order. Silence descends upon us as we both sip our drinks, never once taking our eyes off one another.
“You look beautiful tonight,” I announce, breaking the stillness.
His cheeks pinken as he bites down on his lip again, looking away. “Thank you,” he murmurs softly before bringing the glass up to his lips and downing another sip. His nervousness turns me on immensely, my half-hard cock coming to life beneath my slacks.
Our food comes shortly after, and we each order another drink, wasting no time swallowing them down. The eye contact between us is overwhelming and nearly as intoxicating as the liquor we’re consuming. Little words are spoken but so much is said. By the time we get done eating, one question sits on the tip of my tongue.
Wiping my mouth with my napkin, I decide to go for it. It’ll either go one of two ways, in my favor or horribly. “I’ve got a suite for the evening. Would you like to come up with me for another drink?”
There’s a glint in his eyes and an expression on his face I can’t quite place. Taking a long, slow sip of his vodka soda, he never takes his eyes off me. It seems like forever before he finally responds. “Okay.”
“Okay?” I repeat skeptically.
“Yeah, okay,” he repeats with humor in his gaze. “You’re paying me for the entire night, aren’t you? That’s what you asked Giselle for, right?”
“I am,” I confirm, glancing over at our server and indicating I’d like the check.
Once I pay the bill, we make our way out of the lounge, toward the elevators down the hall. The silence as we wait for the metal doors to slide open is deafening, my heart beating erratically behind my ribs as heat pools low in my gut. I wish I could hear what’s running through Bodhi’s mind right now because, on the outside, he’s cool as a cucumber, which is so unlike him.
Is this just like any other client to him? Simply work and nothing more?
I won’t ask, but I want to know… and if the answer is yes, I want to change that. I don’t want to be any other client to him.
We finally step inside, and I push the button for the top floor, the energy in the small space stifling. As the doors slide shut, I glance behind me and notice he’s standing in the corner watching me, ice-blue eyes ablaze.
Closing the distance between us, I plant a palm beside his head, dipping my head down to the shell of his ear. “Pretty boy, I don’t think you realize how goddamn tempting you are.”
I canhearhim gulp, his body stiffening. “Am I?”
A growl rumbles deep in my chest as I hook a finger under his chin, bringing his gaze up to meet mine. “The way I want to devour you, inch by fucking inch, until there’s nothing left of you untouched, is overwhelming.”
His attention dips to my lips for a split second. “I want you to,” he whispers hoarsely. The words barely leave his mouth before my lips are consuming his. The sweet taste of vodka overrides my taste buds as our tongues tangle. Every soft mewl escaping him fuels the blazing inferno ravaging my veins.
We reach the top floor all too soon, the elevator dinging and the doors sliding open. Our lips break apart, but we breathe each other in for a few beats before I fully step back, letting him get out, leaving me to follow. There’re only a few rooms on this floor, ours being at the end of the hall on the right side. Scanning my key card, I open the door and let him slide through before shutting and locking it behind me.
With my back to the door, my hungry gaze falls on Bodhi. He’s no more than three feet in front of me, eyes overtaken with a lust that, I’m sure, mirrors mine. Crossing his arms, he grabs the hem of his sweater, pulling it over his head and letting it pool on the floor, revealing black lace lingerie that makes my mouth water. It looks like a bra of some sort, and he somehow manages to make it look sexy as hell as he bites down on his bottom lip, fingers working open the button on his jeans, and suddenly, all my worries escape as I watch him strip before me. Nothing else butthismatters.
I swallow hard, reaching down to adjust myself while I watch, rapt, as he works the fabric off his legs. The tiny lace thong that barely contains him matches the bra, and it’s a miracle I’m keeping my hands to myself. I want to mark him. Own him. Give him every single inch of me and make him beg for more. My gaze slides over to the tiny black tattoo just above his left hip bone; a semi-colon.
When my eyes find his again, nerves that weren’t there a second ago blanket his features.
“You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on,” I breathe, meaning those words with my entire being. Taking a single step so I’m flush with him, I wrap my palm around the back of his neck, slamming my mouth into his. Walking us back until his legs hit the bed, I shove him down, reaching behind me and pulling my shirt off. Eyes widening, he lifts onto his forearms as he watches me rid myself of my slacks. Leaving my briefs on, I climb onto the bed, lips descending onto his scorching hot flesh. I pepper his neck and chest with kisses, grazing his hard pink nipples with my teeth from beneath the lace before working my way down his abdomen. Nipping at the metal in his belly button, I tug gently, eliciting a hiss from Bodhi that morphs into a moan.
Running my finger over the inch long tattoo on his hip, I peer up at him. “Why did you get this?”
Without missing a beat, he murmurs, “Because I survived.”
My throat clogs, a lump forming, making speaking impossible. So instead, I press my lips to the small, yet immensely significant mark, feeling his body shudder beneath me. I hook my fingers under his lace panties, tugging them down and feeling the heat of his gaze on me as I do. His perfectly proportioned cock springs out, glistening as it slaps his abs. I’m dying to taste him, feel his weight on my tongue.
Dipping down, my tongue teases the crease where his groin meets his thigh, and I relish in the shiver that courses through him. I grab the base of his cock, but right before I’m able to take him in my mouth, he stops me.
