Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 113741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“Not a problem. Thank you,” Gage said, and turned to Roger McCall who stood beside him. He held out his hand as he watched the inspector and Trent leave the room together. “Thank you for your part in getting this done on time, it hasn’t been easy. Please make sure the sign gets moved. I’ll be out of town for a few days which will be most of next week.”
“Yes, sir, we’ll do it Monday morning, first thing,” McCall said. Gage nodded, but didn’t really listen. Every part of him centered into every part of Trent, and he listened to Trent’s work boots stepping down the stairs. Trent led, the inspector followed. Then he heard the door to his private area open and close, taking Trent away from him. Gage felt the loss immediately. It became an almost tangible emotion as if he could reach out and touch it. God, I have it bad!
“I’m going downstairs to get some work done,” Gage said, and he didn’t wait for McCall to answer, just left, taking the stairs down two at a time. It shocked him at how much he liked seeing Trent in his bedroom even if it was work related. Possessiveness rushed over him as he realized how badly he wanted Trent with him all the time, not these few minutes here and there, but all day, every day. Gage was the quintessential free spirit, roaming as he pleased. He’d never needed to have someone with him all the time. As he hit the first step down, he pulled his phone from his pocket and sent the object of his desire a text.
There’s an outlet out in the bathroom connecting to my office. When you get done, can you come check it out? Gage typed the message and hit send. By the time he made it inside his office, a text came back.
“When I finish with the inspector. Give me a minute.”
A minute worked perfectly, Gage didn’t need any more time. He darkened the windows in his office, blocking out the rest of the gallery and went into his personal restroom. The small room came with a sink, commode, and a full length mirror. He pulled off his dress shirt, leaving on his white undershirt. He unbuckled his belt, pulling it free, and hung it on the same hook as his dress shirt. He unfastened the button to his slacks and lowered the zipper some, leaving his pants open, but still up on his hips. Gage couldn’t resist the need coursing through him and reached low, bringing both the zipper and his underwear down as he gripped his raging hard-on and began to stroke.
The side drawer held several condom packets and a small bottle of oil. He placed them both on the counter, flipping the top open within easy reach. He tore the condom packet open, and decided to stop short of putting it on. Desperation ran so deep in his soul, it kept his hand moving, sliding up and down on his own dick, praying Trent would hurry. The knock came on the end of his thought.
“It’s Trent,” Gage heard through the door.
“You alone?” Gage asked, moving to the door.
“Yeah?” Trent replied, sounding more like a question. Gage opened the door, pulling Trent in by the T-shirt he wore.
“You’re such a tease,” Gage growled, pulling Trent to him, reaching for those sexy lips with a demanding urgent thrust of his tongue. He kissed Trent like he did last night in the backyard. It conveyed everything held deeply in his heart. Trent startled, but reacted in kind, pulling Gage to him, opening wider for the kiss. Gage couldn’t move fast enough. He kept Trent in the kiss, but lowered his hands, working the buckle of his tool belt free. Trent lifted his hands to Gage’s face, holding him in place as he began to ravish his mouth. The force of the kiss caused Gage to stumble back and Trent dominated him as the tool belt hit the floor in a loud thump.
“Your pants…” Gage pushed Trent back until he hit the sink, regaining the dominance of the moment.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he said in a whispered growl as he took a predatory step forward. Trent worked the button of his own jeans, shoving them down, freeing his already hard cock. Gage gripped it and began to stroke, his own cock jutting out, begging to be touched. He leaned into Trent, reaching around with his free hand to grab the condom packet.
“You’re driving me insane,” Gage said. “I can’t think of anything but you anymore.” Gage slid the condom on in one quick movement with his free hand, never stopping the stroke on Trent’s cock.
“Gage,” Trent said in a breathless whisper while pushing his pants down further to his thighs.
“Take off your shirt,” Gage said, flipping Trent around.
Gage reached around to grab Trent’s dick at the same moment he poured several drops of oil onto his throbbing cock. His every intention was to stroke Trent as he prepared him from behind, but Gage lost his mind when he pushed his finger inside Trent’s tight rim.
“No, don’t wait, do it now…” Trent groaned. Gage looked up in the mirror, seeing Trent’s beautiful masculine face reflecting the same deep desire he held in his heart. Trent dropped his head between his shoulders, reaching back to Gage’s cock, positioning him to enter. Trent thrust his hips back, driving Gage inside. It felt damn good to be put inside this man. No one had ever done anything similar to him before. Gage gripped Trent’s hips, holding him still as he bent forward dropping his head on Trent’s back.
“Don’t move, babe… Please don’t move,” Gage begged, desperate. He panted, his load threateningly close to exploding in the tight confines of his lover’s body. Trent didn’t listen, though, he thrust his hips forward then back again against Gage. Trent lifted his head, pushing them both upright, and laid his head back on Gage’s shoulder. The sweetest of moans escaped Trent’s lips, and Gage couldn’t hold back any longer; he rocked back and forth, burying himself again and again inside Trent. His hips jerked and his release built quickly. He closed his eyes, leaned slightly forward, wrapping his arms around the male who now gripped the sink tightly in his hands. Trent’s head again lowered, hitting against the mirror. Deep unintelligible words poured from Trent and encouraged the pounding to continue.