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Authors: Tere Michaels
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he made an impression.
This dumb model, though—sexy and charming, seducing Nox like the pro he was, all big eyes and a quiet voice, asking to be taken somewhere with his softly spoken words and his perfectly sculpted body, asking for money in exchange for his services.
That ass he could bounce a quarter off of.
Nox adjusted himself as he walked behind Cade, who was swinging his hips like he wanted Nox to drop dead behind him.
No—like he wanted Mr. Mullens to come to the suite and fuck him.
Not going that far , he thought to himself, even as his dick throbbed and his mouth went dry with want.
Stupid. Stupid professional seduction bullshit. That kid in the dark alley that was all spit and fire, taking swings at Nox’s head and refusing to back down, now dolled up and playing a role, just like he was. His head swam with the fade between what was real and what was not, for both of them.
Cade turned around at the double doors at the end of the hall. He leaned against them, waiting for Nox to catch up.
This kid.
The suit hugged every inch of his long, lean body like it had been sewn onto him. He blended “boy next door” and “sexy”—freckles and pale eyes, high cheekbones and a full mouth. The husky voice completed the package.
Oh right. And the package.
Nox tried to remember why he was there. Concern about who sent Sam a letter. Right. Focus .
Nox morphed back into Mr. Mullens.
“I forgot to ask, handcuffs or rope?” Cade asked, a smirk on his lips.
Nox closed the distance between them—and Cade reached out to grab his lapels. He pushed his hips out as Nox banged into him, and they crashed back against the door.
Not kissing him , Nox thought, frantically trying to keep his traitorous body in check.
“No kissing?” Cade murmured, turning his head to one side as if Nox had spoken out loud. “That’s okay with me.” He ducked his head to Nox’s shoulder, their slight height difference making their legs slot together perfectly. He inhaled deeply….
Then stiffened up against Nox’s body, suddenly tense.
“Let’s get inside,” Nox whispered, rocking his hips forward. “I have a flight to catch in a few hours.”
Cade relaxed, nodding as he reached behind him, fumbling for the door handle.
“Got it.” He slid his hand over Cade’s, turned the handle. When the door opened, Nox pushed Cade inside.
The Monarch Suite was lush and dramatic, shades of white layered with silver. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed an expanse of the city filtered by sheer white curtains. A white leather sofa curved in the center of a thick silver rug, a huge bed, low and modern, draped in patterned velvet fabric in the room beyond. Glass tables and a long bar finished off the space, clearly designed for sensual comfort.
Cade pulled out of Nox’s hands, still a bit distant. His gaze kept darting over Nox’s shoulder. “Something from the bar?” he asked, stripping off his tie and then dropping it on the floor. His jacket followed, revealing a trim waist and killer shoulders as he turned around.
“No.”
Nox’s hands trembled for a second as he reached for his bow tie, watching Cade shed clothing as he walked to the corner.
Vest.
Belt.
Shoes.
Shirt.
Every move revealed another piece of the puzzle, another stunning curve of muscle or smattering of freckles across his skin.
Nox untied his tie, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.
Cade poured himself something clear from a cut crystal decanter.
“Music. Seven,” he said, and a soft jazzy number began to play.
The perfect staged seduction.
Cade said, “Lights. Four,” and they reduced to a dim haze, the room now illuminated by the brightness from outside.
The kid was trying to distract him.
“Handcuffs,” Nox said, sauntering across the floor. “To answer your question.”
With a wave of his glass, Cade indicated the bedroom beyond.
Nox walked into the room, breathing deeply to center himself. He shrugged out of the tux jacket and left it
This dumb model, though—sexy and charming, seducing Nox like the pro he was, all big eyes and a quiet voice, asking to be taken somewhere with his softly spoken words and his perfectly sculpted body, asking for money in exchange for his services.
That ass he could bounce a quarter off of.
Nox adjusted himself as he walked behind Cade, who was swinging his hips like he wanted Nox to drop dead behind him.
No—like he wanted Mr. Mullens to come to the suite and fuck him.
Not going that far , he thought to himself, even as his dick throbbed and his mouth went dry with want.
Stupid. Stupid professional seduction bullshit. That kid in the dark alley that was all spit and fire, taking swings at Nox’s head and refusing to back down, now dolled up and playing a role, just like he was. His head swam with the fade between what was real and what was not, for both of them.
Cade turned around at the double doors at the end of the hall. He leaned against them, waiting for Nox to catch up.
This kid.
The suit hugged every inch of his long, lean body like it had been sewn onto him. He blended “boy next door” and “sexy”—freckles and pale eyes, high cheekbones and a full mouth. The husky voice completed the package.
Oh right. And the package.
Nox tried to remember why he was there. Concern about who sent Sam a letter. Right. Focus .
Nox morphed back into Mr. Mullens.
“I forgot to ask, handcuffs or rope?” Cade asked, a smirk on his lips.
Nox closed the distance between them—and Cade reached out to grab his lapels. He pushed his hips out as Nox banged into him, and they crashed back against the door.
Not kissing him , Nox thought, frantically trying to keep his traitorous body in check.
“No kissing?” Cade murmured, turning his head to one side as if Nox had spoken out loud. “That’s okay with me.” He ducked his head to Nox’s shoulder, their slight height difference making their legs slot together perfectly. He inhaled deeply….
Then stiffened up against Nox’s body, suddenly tense.
“Let’s get inside,” Nox whispered, rocking his hips forward. “I have a flight to catch in a few hours.”
Cade relaxed, nodding as he reached behind him, fumbling for the door handle.
“Got it.” He slid his hand over Cade’s, turned the handle. When the door opened, Nox pushed Cade inside.
The Monarch Suite was lush and dramatic, shades of white layered with silver. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed an expanse of the city filtered by sheer white curtains. A white leather sofa curved in the center of a thick silver rug, a huge bed, low and modern, draped in patterned velvet fabric in the room beyond. Glass tables and a long bar finished off the space, clearly designed for sensual comfort.
Cade pulled out of Nox’s hands, still a bit distant. His gaze kept darting over Nox’s shoulder. “Something from the bar?” he asked, stripping off his tie and then dropping it on the floor. His jacket followed, revealing a trim waist and killer shoulders as he turned around.
“No.”
Nox’s hands trembled for a second as he reached for his bow tie, watching Cade shed clothing as he walked to the corner.
Vest.
Belt.
Shoes.
Shirt.
Every move revealed another piece of the puzzle, another stunning curve of muscle or smattering of freckles across his skin.
Nox untied his tie, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.
Cade poured himself something clear from a cut crystal decanter.
“Music. Seven,” he said, and a soft jazzy number began to play.
The perfect staged seduction.
Cade said, “Lights. Four,” and they reduced to a dim haze, the room now illuminated by the brightness from outside.
The kid was trying to distract him.
“Handcuffs,” Nox said, sauntering across the floor. “To answer your question.”
With a wave of his glass, Cade indicated the bedroom beyond.
Nox walked into the room, breathing deeply to center himself. He shrugged out of the tux jacket and left it
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