Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 10275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
Damn. I dig that he can see me like that—can tell I’m the kind of guy who pays up. “Close. Very close,” I say.
With a satisfied grin, he lowers his hand to his lap. “I’m good at reading people.”
“Are you, though? Because it’s close but not quite.”
“Then why don’t you just correct me?” He lifts his drink, tips some back, then when he’s done, he licks those lush lips.
A groan escapes me.
He smiles, slow and easy. He heard me, and he likes the effect he has on me.
That makes two of us.
I lean the slightest bit closer to him, still a foot apart on these barstools. I take my time, imagining ripping off his shirt and jerking his hands behind his back. “I’ve been to Cabo with my buddies. We’ve had a few drinks. Laid a few wagers. But I got this ink in Miami.”
“Still tropical,” he points out.
“True, true. But the bet wasn’t about riding a wave.”
“Then, enlighten me. What was it about?”
I shake my head like Can you believe it? “Those fuckers bet that I couldn’t get a sexy, smoldering, smart-mouthed man at the bar to go home with me…so I could have my way with him.”
His eyes pop at those last words, then he studies the black bar top and swallows roughly. He tugs at the knot in his tie and shifts in the seat, as hot and bothered as I want him to be. “That’s what you wanted? To have your way with him?”
“Yes. I don’t fuck around.”
Another pause. Another exhale. He returns his gaze to me, his eyes glimmering with desire. “That’s very good to know,” he says, and adds a low hum that lets me know he’d play that way. I have to seal the deal to see him tonight. It’s rare to meet a guy who likes bedroom games the way I do. Hell, hitting for the cycle is easier. I’m not letting him slip away.
“But what I’m stuck on is…” he says, again in that low murmur. “Does that mean the sexy, smoldering, smart-mouthed man actually turned you down?”
“Does that surprise you?” I ask.
“I suppose some men have enormous…discipline.” That last word rolls off his tongue, making my balls sizzle.
“Oh, he didn’t have such an iron will.”
The suit squints in confusion. “But you got a tattoo anyway? You must really like daiquiris.”
I chuckle. “Oh, I do like them. I got the ink, though, because I always make good on my bets.”
He lifts a questioning brow.
I lead with a smug smile as I go in for the sweet, intoxicating kill. “The bet was that I couldn’t take him home.” I shrug, like What can you do? “I didn’t take him home to have my way with him. I took him to a hotel instead.”
The man dips his face, hiding a smile as he shakes his head. When he looks up, he raises his glass to me. “You win.”
“We could both win.” I’ll give him what he wants and make him beg for more. He’ll give me the kind of hot, mind-bending sex that’ll cure all my deal stresses. “So, I’ve got a dinner, but what do you say after that I take you—”
The click of leather soles on the bar floor interrupts my question. Then Vance puts a hand on my shoulder and breaks up the party. “Oh! Looks like you’ve met our newest agent.”
My dick and all its hopes deflate.
3
The Case of the Loophole
Maddox LeGrande
* * *
I know better than to flirt with a client, but I’ve always been good at finding loopholes. Like in my senior year of high school, when my dad said I couldn’t go to that party at Carl Greenwald’s house.
So I only went as far as Carl’s yard.
Details matter, which is why I’m a damn good agent and lawyer. I pay attention to every single detail.
Details like how Zane Archer strode into the bar five minutes ago with grit and self-possession, and the way he stared at me with hungry eyes like he wanted to eat me alive.
Yes, please.
And I sure as hell paid attention to how he comes on to a man. What a thrill it was to be the object of the athlete’s carnal intensity. The man hits on you like he steals second—he tangos off the plate, just so. Just fucking so, then the moment you’re not looking, he slides right into you.
As you can see, your honor, in the matter of Maddox LeGrande’s integrity versus Zane Archer’s determination to get me in bed, well, I’d like to plead temporarily too turned on to think straight.
Now though?
With my new boss, Vance, crashing the party—understandably since business is the purpose of this meal—I’ve got to say goodnight to my after-dark desires and say hello to the man I want to rep.
Zane Archer.
If there’s still a chance he’ll have me that way.