Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Rafe groaned. “Shit, I lose my head whenever you’re around.” He stepped back, leaving Hop reeling from both his words and the utter desire in his tone.
It took him a minute to regain his wits. By the time he did, Rafe was on the other side of the room, behind his desk, looking exactly like the untouchable businessman he was.
Fuck, he was amazing. Had Hop ever truly acknowledged that before? In another life, Rafe might have been the inspiration for some Roman artist sculpting mythical gods. These days he was the king of a universe he’d built with his own brilliance. He wore suits every day and didn’t hesitate to use one of his silk ties as an impromptu cock-cage and come-rag.
“Keep looking at me like that, pet, and we won’t make it back to my place.”
Shit, that deep voice did wonderful things. “I wouldn’t mind.”
Rafe’s dark gaze flicked up, a corner of his mouth curved. “Next time. Tonight, I want you in my bed.”
That sounded good too. Rafe went back to work while Hop wandered the office. He hadn’t spent much time looking around during his previous visits, but now he took in the ultra-modern decorations. All the chrome and glass made the industrial room look expensive. He crossed to the bar and poured himself a vodka and soda. The first sip burned his throat in the best way possible.
As promised, Rafe was done soon after. Hop finished his drink and followed him out. He had the crazy urge to slip his hand into Rafe’s as they walked side-by-side down the stairs, but he didn’t. Something about the innocent act felt heavy with meaning.
“Want to leave first?” Rafe asked while they were still in the eerie darkness of the hall.
“Why?”
“If we go out together, we’ll probably draw attention. Don’t you think?”
He should care if they were seen together. Broadcasting their relationship was risky and stupid. Rafe was used to keeping his sex life private. Why should he treat Hop any different when Hop had specifically asked that no one know about them?
“Yeah, okay. Meet you outside.” The VIP section was crowded and it took him ages to push through and descend the rest of the way. He grabbed his gear and then left the club through the emergency exit. The whole time, self-disgust slithered through his guts.
Being Rafe’s dirty little secret felt cheap.
The fact that it was his fault didn’t matter. Feelings didn’t thrive on logic. Thinking Rafe would want to keep their relationship private tumbled around Hop’s stomach like fizzy bombs.
He’d been in this situation so many times it felt like an old T-shirt that no longer fit. It was snug and familiar but cut off the circulation in his arms. Hop had outgrown being the sidepiece. He was done being unseen and unheard. Wasn’t he?
Hadn’t he gained a bit more self-confidence? He thought he had, but maybe he’d been fooling himself.
He wanted to change. He wanted to believe he deserved more, but he had no idea how to get out of a situation he’d created with his own foolishness. He couldn’t bring himself to give up what Rafe provided.
But he couldn’t trust Rafe with more.
He couldn’t trust him with his heart, no matter how much he wanted to.
Getting in any deeper would be the biggest mistake he’d ever made—disastrous, especially to his fragile pride.
But when Rafe stalked around the corner, snowflakes around his crown lit by street lamps like a halo and a wicked smile stretching his cheeks, Hop’s mind went blank.
Fuck.
There was no saving himself from heartache, because he was already lost.
Chapter Thirty
“Get your cock out,” Rafe ordered as he pulled into traffic. There were more cars on the road than usual because of an event nearby. Good. The extra risk would give them both a thrill.
“Rafe.” There was hesitation in Hop’s voice that hadn’t been there in weeks.
Rafe glanced over and found Hop staring out the window with big eyes. Not three feet away, another car was stopped at the light.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, pet.”
With fumbling fingers still wrapped in thick knit gloves, Hop tugged his tight leggings down. So eager, it was cute as fucking hell. The light turned green and they rolled along. Rafe reached over and found a hot, hard cock. It twitched as soon as he wrapped his fingers around it.
Hop moaned and he humped up into Rafe’s grip.
“Don’t move. This is for me, not you.”
“Yes, sir.” It must have taken massive effort to hold himself immobile while Rafe stroked his length, but Hop did it for him. Once again, Rafe was touched by Hop’s courage and his generosity.
“Are you cold?” Rafe turned the heater to full blast.
“I’m fine.”
A quick glance showed Hop’s eyes were closed and his head rested on the back of the seat.
“Open your eyes. I want you to know what a show you’re putting on. Look how close they are, all they have to do is turn their head and they’ll see you getting a hand job in my car because you can’t wait until you get home. You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”