Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
He sat on the sofa where he now expected to be presented with a selection of jewelry to choose from. “Oh, just that there’s a gift waiting for me here.”
Ezra shook his head and approached a glass table stacked with several liquor bottles and glasses. “Typical Paul. Would you like a drink?” he asked, and Frank found himself staring at Ezra’s behind when it shifted under the fabric.
He shouldn’t drink if he was to drive, but in the worst-case scenario, he could grab an Uber to a motel. Or take a nap in the truck. Maybe it was needy, but yeah, he wanted to have a drink with this gorgeous guy who smelled as if he slept in silk sheets and bathed in cream.
“Whichever one’s your favorite.”
A small smile spread the shapely lips as Ezra pulled out two stemmed glasses with wide bottoms and narrow tops before pouring some amber-hued liquid into each.
It was almost the color of his eyes.
“Hope you like cognac,” Ezra said, settling down next to Frank, with his knees directed toward him.
Were the jewels hidden in a compartment in the coffee table?
Or was he in luck and the pretty boy liked slumming it with big, tattooed guys who could break him in half? Frank smirked at the thought and clinked his glass to Ezra’s.
“How do you know Paul?” he asked, because if Ezra wasn’t trying to do his job and rush him out, Frank would take his time. He enjoyed being around this gem far too much. In his mind, his dick slowly sank between those plump lips but in real life, they opened to speak.
“He’s my sugar daddy.”
Frank’s thoughts came to a halt as his gaze settled on the shorter of the necklaces on Ezra’s neck. Its gold links supported an elongated pendant engraved with the word SUGAR.
“Oh,” Frank uttered in a casual manner but his mind was instantly engulfed in flames of lust he hadn’t felt for a long time. He didn’t want to jump the gun, but if Paul had invited him to spend time with Ezra on his own, was the suggestion that he was available? He had to spread his thighs a bit to ease the growing pressure between them when he thought about all the things he'd do to this man given half the chance. He cleared his throat, but then had a sip of cognac for good measure.
“So…?” He let the question hang in the air so Ezra could take it however he liked, because asking a guy whether he and Paul were exclusive didn’t seem like the best etiquette.
Ezra sniffed his drink and had a little sip, glancing at Frank from above the glass. Never in his life had Frank seen anything as seductive as those dark eyelashes lowering over amber eyes.
“He asked me to take good care of you tonight. Happy birthday,” Ezra said and clinked their glasses.
Reason told Frank that he shouldn’t accept such a gift from Paul. That this was mockery. That Paul thought Frank couldn’t get laid without help.
But…
He was already here. Ezra’s time was paid for, and Frank dreaded to think how much it cost Paul. Then again, Paul had always liked to throw money around.
“Thanks. Paul… he didn’t warn me.” Though it wasn’t like Frank had better clothes to wear. There was the suit, but he wouldn’t have worn it here. More importantly, he had showered.
But knowing that Ezra was available to him made focusing on rational thoughts near impossible. He’d never paid for sex before, so he wasn’t sure how things would go down, but the threads holding him back finally snapped and he put his hand on Ezra’s thigh. The shiver of excitement went straight to his dick.
No strings, no drama, just pure pleasure.
Ezra’s teeth pulled over his bottom lip when he restrained himself from smiling more widely. “I take it you do want to stay the night,” he said and moved the back of his hand down Frank’s shoulder. His touch set off every single nerve ending in the bare forearm.
“We have the whole night?” Frank would text Dane to feed the dogs in the morning, because he was not missing out on this. He squeezed Ezra’s thigh, breathing slowly even as intrusive thoughts showed him those toned legs parting for him, the graceful throat exposed as Ezra moaned in pleasure.
Oh, tonight Frank would let himself feast and lick every inch of this guy’s skin.
“I will even make you breakfast. Unless you’re very particular about your macros,” Ezra said and squeezed Frank’s bicep. He was being paid for his time, but there was a flicker of excitement in those beautiful eyes, which made Frank hope that maybe, just maybe, this pretty thing was very much into men almost twice his size.
“I’m happy with whatever as long as there’s a lot of it.” Frank chuckled and drank more cognac so he could put the glass down and be free to use his other hand. Paul was an asshole, but they sure had the same taste in men. “I’ve worked up quite the appetite, you see.” He slid his hand up Ezra’s inner thigh, and the scorching heat that sparked where they touched confirmed that yes, he did miss fucking. A lot. But this was a new frontier, and he wondered if there were rules to this he didn’t know about.