Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Sir,” Casey whimpered.
“I can be everything you need me to, boy, if you’ll let me.”
“Accept the contract, please, Sir,” Casey said.
“Done,” he assured, “Tell me what else you need.”
“I only need you, Sir.”
As the storm moved farther away, Casey got closer, bolder.
His panicked flinches had eased now. His shallow breaths, huskier along Galan’s jaw.
He shifted his weight, his thigh brushing against a firm bulge, and Casey moaned, pushing his hips higher.
“Is that what you want from me right now?” Galan asked through clenched teeth to keep from humiliating himself.
If only his boy knew how long it’d been for him. But it seemed as if it’d been just as long for Casey.
“I do. I really do want this. I…but…”
Casey’s soft, sweet breaths had Galan fully hard.
“But it’s not why I came to find you in that club, Sir. My only need is you. Wants are a lovely bonus you give me, Sir.”
Galan’s heart skipped several beats as his words tightened in his throat.
It took every ounce of courage he had to put himself out there again and trust a boy with his heart, especially one as beautiful as the one under him.
But this time, Galan swore to his soul that he would not end up hurt and alone again. He’d be better this time around.
A sensitive, polite, cultured boy like Casey could be all he’d ever need.
Submissives often believed they were the needy ones in the relationship, but Galan believed it was the opposite.
The Masters needed their subs, or else their lives would be meaningless.
“Galan. Sir.” Casey’s slim fingers combed through his beard, making his eyes flutter closed and his hips move more slowly. “I only need you…nothing more.”
Galan’s world seemed to spin as the most incredible pleasure and fear coursed through him. Casey already had him. He was his…and Galan was once again at his boy’s mercy.
“And you have me. But please…don’t hurt me, Casey. Please,” Galan begged for the first time in his life as Casey wrapped his legs tighter around his waist and thrust his hard cock against his, the friction making Galan groan.
“That I can promise you, Sir.”
Forty-Second Floor of the Bank of Tidewater
Lucas’s Office
Downtown Norfolk, Virginia
3:48 a.m.
“So, tell me more of this broken hearts business?”
It hurt Thorn to watch Lucas go to his wet bar and pour himself a triple of Kauffman Private from the almost empty bottle of expensive vodka. He closed his eyes as Lucas downed it all in one gulp before he poured himself another, drinking his ruin one glass at a time.
“Are you pouring liquid courage? Does that nine-hundred-dollar bottle of liquor really help you forget what you’ve lost?”
“Sounds more like your profession is judging people’s vices,” Lucas bit back.
“Never,” Thorn murmured in the dark office. “I have a few vices of my own.”
“Oh yeah?” Lucas challenged, his voice laced with doubt. “Like what?”
Thorn needed to be honest and more forthcoming with Lucas, or else he’d enforce that order for him to leave, and the last thing he wanted was for Lucas to question if he was trustworthy.
He was an intelligent, successful executive, and men with that kind of prestige didn’t like to feel like suckers. Thorn was there with a purpose—several—and none of them were to piss Lucas off.
“I’ll tell you exactly what my vices are, but first, I have a more pressing matter.”
Thorn faced the devastatingly handsome man and prayed the drama he was bringing to Lucas’s life didn’t also get him tossed out.
“The matter that has you here at almost four in the morning.”
“Yes.” Thorn exhaled before he let it all out. “I’m sorry to have to bring this to you, but I didn’t want you to be blindsided when the police come to question you.”
Lucas set his half-drained glass down. “Well, now I’m intrigued.”
Thorn swallowed the lump in his throat. “The night you scared away my abusive ex…”
“Yeah.” Lucas’s light eyes darkened. “I remember well. Why? Is he still bothering you?”
Thorn pfftd sadly. “No, he’s not. Um, actually, he’s missing and presumed dead.”
Lucas didn’t make a move or speak for a long moment before he asked casually, “Did you kill him?”
Heat as hot as lava rose to Thorn’s face—not from embarrassment—from the sheer insult of the question.
Sure, Lucas didn’t know him, but did he really see him as a killer?
“Fuck.” Thorn huffed. “No. I can barely kill a spider in my office.”
“Okay. So what does—”
“The police retrieved the video surveillance from the restaurant that night, and apparently, they want to question you. They came to my house and insisted I go downtown for questioning tonight. I’m pretty sure they’re looking to question you now.”
“Is that the only reason you called me?”
Thorn was thrown off by how calm Lucas was after being told he was a person of interest in a homicide investigation.
He shook his head to try to align his thoughts. “It’s the reason I called you this evening.” Thorn took his own step closer. “I would’ve had a different reason for calling you this weekend.”