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draped over a white accent chair near the end of the bed.
A sound behind him and Nox turned slowly. In the doorway, Cade leaned, elbow against the frame, hips cocked to one side, dressed only in an unbuttoned pair of pants and those leather gloves.
Nox pretended the way he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip was Patrick Mullens, and playing a role.
“Get on the bed,” he said, dropping an octave as actual need began to overpower his reason for being here.
The kid said nothing. He walked slowly to the side of the bed closest to Nox, then sat down. Before he could lie back, Nox held up his hand.
“Facedown.”
Something flickered behind Cade’s eyes. A challenge. Some fear. Their gazes locked for long minutes—too long, as Nox began to sweat, catching beads of perspiration on his tongue.
Still no words. Cade turned, then crawled and settled in the middle of the bed, arms over his head and crossed at the wrists, legs spread. This was not his first rodeo, clearly.
Nox pressed the heel of his hand against his dick as desire rolled through him.
He went to the side of the bed—nightstand, a white basket filled with the proper accoutrements for seduction. Lube, condoms, a pair of shiny silver handcuffs, a length of white rope, a pale pink vibrator.
If only he had the time….
The silver handcuffs in hand, Nox climbed onto the bed. He tamped down the urge to slap that perfect round ass or run his tongue down the grooves of his spine. No, the only thing he let himself do was run his hand from the lowest curve of Cade’s back—careful not to touch the bruise he’d put there earlier—then up to brush against the spiky softness of his hair and farther up, to his slender wrists.
He snapped one cuff on, then hooked them through the handily provided white leather loops attached to the headboard before snapping the other on.
At the very least, after tonight Nox would have enough jerk-off material to last a year.
Nox felt the interrogative words on the tip of his tongue when he caught the subdued notes of music from the other room. Voice commands would be a safeguard if something went wrong with a customer—the other possibility being someone watching on closed-circuit television.
Two things Nox didn’t want to find out the hard way.
He sucked in a deep breath, then swung one leg over until he straddled the small of Cade’s back.
Nox flattened his palms against the padded headboard in an attempt not to come; he could feel the front of his pants dampening, thighs shaking as he stalled his hips from rubbing himself to an orgasm.
Cade trembled underneath him.
He leaned down, their bodies aligned—and he was insane, truly out of his mind, because God, this felt amazing—and pressed his mouth against Cade’s ear.
Before he could speak, an alarm shrieked through the room.
Chapter Seven
C ADE STRUGGLED against the handcuffs, pulling frantically at the restraints. The minute the fire alarm went off, his client jumped up and flew out of the room like a wanted man.
Leaving him there.
Leaving him handcuffed to the fucking bed, hard and confused and Jesus .
Voice commands weren’t working. The alarm screamed relentlessly until Cade started to feel nauseous.
Something about that guy—something was off. For a few panicked minutes, Cade thought he was the hooded guy from the street—but no. The height was off. This one was taller. Sounded different.
Smelled….
Different but familiar?
Cade cursed as he twisted his body, trying to get his knees under him so he could get some leverage.
He heard a door open in the other room. He turned his head and shouted, “Hey, in here!”
“Got it, got it.” Rachel. She came into view as the alarm continued to wail. From the side table, she grabbed the small key for the handcuffs. “What the hell happened?”
“Customer freaked when the alarm went off,” Cade panted. “Is there a fire?”
“Bomb threat,” Rachel said, her voice tight as she unlocked the
A sound behind him and Nox turned slowly. In the doorway, Cade leaned, elbow against the frame, hips cocked to one side, dressed only in an unbuttoned pair of pants and those leather gloves.
Nox pretended the way he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip was Patrick Mullens, and playing a role.
“Get on the bed,” he said, dropping an octave as actual need began to overpower his reason for being here.
The kid said nothing. He walked slowly to the side of the bed closest to Nox, then sat down. Before he could lie back, Nox held up his hand.
“Facedown.”
Something flickered behind Cade’s eyes. A challenge. Some fear. Their gazes locked for long minutes—too long, as Nox began to sweat, catching beads of perspiration on his tongue.
Still no words. Cade turned, then crawled and settled in the middle of the bed, arms over his head and crossed at the wrists, legs spread. This was not his first rodeo, clearly.
Nox pressed the heel of his hand against his dick as desire rolled through him.
He went to the side of the bed—nightstand, a white basket filled with the proper accoutrements for seduction. Lube, condoms, a pair of shiny silver handcuffs, a length of white rope, a pale pink vibrator.
If only he had the time….
The silver handcuffs in hand, Nox climbed onto the bed. He tamped down the urge to slap that perfect round ass or run his tongue down the grooves of his spine. No, the only thing he let himself do was run his hand from the lowest curve of Cade’s back—careful not to touch the bruise he’d put there earlier—then up to brush against the spiky softness of his hair and farther up, to his slender wrists.
He snapped one cuff on, then hooked them through the handily provided white leather loops attached to the headboard before snapping the other on.
At the very least, after tonight Nox would have enough jerk-off material to last a year.
Nox felt the interrogative words on the tip of his tongue when he caught the subdued notes of music from the other room. Voice commands would be a safeguard if something went wrong with a customer—the other possibility being someone watching on closed-circuit television.
Two things Nox didn’t want to find out the hard way.
He sucked in a deep breath, then swung one leg over until he straddled the small of Cade’s back.
Nox flattened his palms against the padded headboard in an attempt not to come; he could feel the front of his pants dampening, thighs shaking as he stalled his hips from rubbing himself to an orgasm.
Cade trembled underneath him.
He leaned down, their bodies aligned—and he was insane, truly out of his mind, because God, this felt amazing—and pressed his mouth against Cade’s ear.
Before he could speak, an alarm shrieked through the room.
Chapter Seven
C ADE STRUGGLED against the handcuffs, pulling frantically at the restraints. The minute the fire alarm went off, his client jumped up and flew out of the room like a wanted man.
Leaving him there.
Leaving him handcuffed to the fucking bed, hard and confused and Jesus .
Voice commands weren’t working. The alarm screamed relentlessly until Cade started to feel nauseous.
Something about that guy—something was off. For a few panicked minutes, Cade thought he was the hooded guy from the street—but no. The height was off. This one was taller. Sounded different.
Smelled….
Different but familiar?
Cade cursed as he twisted his body, trying to get his knees under him so he could get some leverage.
He heard a door open in the other room. He turned his head and shouted, “Hey, in here!”
“Got it, got it.” Rachel. She came into view as the alarm continued to wail. From the side table, she grabbed the small key for the handcuffs. “What the hell happened?”
“Customer freaked when the alarm went off,” Cade panted. “Is there a fire?”
“Bomb threat,” Rachel said, her voice tight as she unlocked the
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