Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“Fine,” Justin whined as he stepped out from behind the bench and wandered toward the door. “No playtime with G Love, I get it. I’ll give you an update if I hear anything useful from Marilyn.”
He was just reaching the doorway when Gabriel called out to him. Turning, he found Gabriel sitting up on the bench, the towel he’d been using to wipe the sweat from his brow now draped over his neck.
“I want you to know that I appreciate the risk you’ve taken in allowing me to stay here.” Gabriel’s voice was low and solemn. He paused and licked his lips. When he lifted his eyes to Justin, something a little devilish flickered there sending a jolt of lust straight to Justin’s cock. “I also wanted to tell you that if I ever take a contract that’s been put on your head, I swear to you that I will warn you before I arrive on your doorstep.”
“A friendly heads-up that you’re coming for me.”
Gabriel nodded once.
Justin walked back into the room and kept approaching until he crowded into Gabriel’s personal space. To the man’s credit, he didn’t flinch or retreat an inch. He looked up at Justin, the hint of a smile growing into something so very tempting. Justin wanted to lean down and lick it straight off his lips.
He moved closer but kept his tongue to himself. Instead he smirked. “I’ll tell you now exactly what I’ll tell you should that day come.”
“Yes?”
“Bring it. You might take me out, but you’re going to have a hell of a fight on your hands.”
“Sounds like fun.”
Yeah, whether he fucked Gabriel or tried to kill him, Justin had a feeling it would be a lot of fun and sweat either way. Funny enough, he was starting to hope more for the former than the latter.
Chapter 11
Justin tried not to check the cameras again to watch Gabriel as he worked in the kitchen, but damn…how could he not? There was part of his brain claiming it was to make sure the man didn’t put anything in the food he was cooking that wasn’t supposed to be there, but there was another louder voice cackling like mad and calling him a liar.
And he was a liar.
Gabriel was wearing a pair of form-fitting jeans and no fucking shirt. Justin was starting to see a trend.
Well, maybe it was wishful thinking. It made sense the guy wasn’t wearing a shirt straight out of the shower and there were plenty of times that Justin didn’t bother wearing a shirt while working out.
But cooking? Now Gabriel was just being mean.
Not that Justin was complaining. The hidden camera in the kitchen was picking up so much lean, hard muscle that he was sitting in his basement office with a throbbing hard-on and a puddle of drool on the floor.
The camera was generally aimed at his back while he worked. Now that he had time to admire, he could clearly see the old scars half-hidden under the tattoos. There were a few places that looked like bullet wounds, but others looked as if the man had been whipped. Justin didn’t know whether it was a lifestyle thing or a hazard of the job…which could also be a lifestyle thing. Ugh.
Then, of course, Gabriel would turn around, giving Justin a clear view of impressive pecs, a flat stomach with killer abs, and the most enticing treasure trail leading from his belly button down into his pants.
Oh yeah, he definitely wanted to follow along that trail to see what kind of goodies he’d find. Not that it was a good idea at all. No, sleeping with a coworker was always a stupid, horrible idea.
Groaning, Justin rubbed his face and flopped back in his seat. When he dropped his hand, his eyes went straight to the monitor and Gabriel. The man was massaging seasoning into a pair of steaks. He had great hands. Justin shifted in his chair, pressing the heel of his palm into his straining dick while cursing himself and Gabriel. He couldn’t decide if the man was purposefully torturing him or if this was all in his head.
Gabriel suddenly turned, his hands resting lightly on his waist. There was a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth, and Justin suddenly had the worst urge to lick that mouth. Just lick his way straight inside until Gabriel was moaning his name.
“I’m putting the steaks on the grill. If you want yours rare, I’d say you’ve got about five minutes to get your ass up here,” Gabriel said, dark, hypnotic eyes looking straight at his damn hidden camera. Motherfucker.
Justin lifted both hands and flipped off the other man, though he couldn’t see him. A nearly silent chuckle escaped him. He’d been sure the camera was perfectly blended into the clock at the top of that wall. How the hell did he know it was there? He didn’t doubt Gabriel knew he had cameras hidden around the house, but how did he guess the exact location?