Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 9417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 47(@200wpm)___ 38(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 47(@200wpm)___ 38(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
Pausing at the closest restroom door, Grant laid his palm flat on the cold wood and took a deep centering breath before he added enough pressure to push the door open. Easton was waiting, and Grant’s heart triple-timed at the image standing in front of him. The guy didn’t waste any time though, striking before Grant had time to close the door. So much for small talk.
Easton’s hand clenched around the front of his jacket and drew him forward. Their eyes locked, and Grant’s world settled in that instant. Hesitation evaporated and he reached out for Easton, clasping him by the hips, forcing their bodies together. Where Grant’s slacks were too tight to hide his very pronounced desire, the loose fit of Easton’s dress slacks had hidden his erection well enough…until now. Grant canted his hips, instinctively grinding himself against the hard as steel, rigid length trapped there just for him.
Easton had skills, no doubt about it. As the door slowly closed behind him, Grant was shoved backward. The force of his back hitting the wood helped seal them inside the small room a little faster.
Maybe somewhere in the far reaches of his mind, Grant thought he heard the twist of a lock, closing them in, or maybe he didn’t, because honestly who could care with Easton’s insistent lips claiming his.
He didn’t make Easton work for entry. Why waste time when the room was this charged with high voltage attraction and sexual chemistry. Grant froze momentarily, stunned at the immediate connection burning deep in his soul. He opened, thrusting his tongue forward as his heart slammed repeatedly against his rib cage.
Easton’s allure, his intoxicating scent, all the emotion…just everything seemed to reach a deeper part of Grant, and he was greedy for more.
A little rougher than necessary, Grant locked an arm around Easton’s waist, tugging him against his body so they connected head to toe. His need to feel all that hard muscle flexing against him had him acting on instinct. He slid his other hand through those silky blond strands then palmed the back of Easton’s head, angling him just the way he wanted.
From the first tangle of their tongues, he was lost all over again. Grant opened wider, allowing Easton’s tongue to fuck his mouth. He pushed against the hard body and ate at that sexy mouth like a starving man. Easton’s muffled groan slid across his balls and made his toes curl in his highly polished oxford dress shoes.
Time was ticking, but the kiss bordered on incendiary even before Easton’s body pushed against his. The sexy blond’s hard cock grinded and rolled against his own as Easton took charge, dominating his mouth and rutting wildly against him. The move was hot and sexy, just like the man in his arms.
He wanted this man, needed this man. Grant couldn’t help the predatory growl that rumbled in his chest at the thought any more than he could control the burst of unbridled need skyrocketing through him.
In a matter of seconds, Easton’s talented tongue drove Grant next-level needy. Yeah, this wasn’t going to take long at all.
Easton’s palms hit the wooden door on either side of Grant’s head with a demanding thud. The other man pushed against the door as if he were trying to escape the tight restraint of Grant’s strong hold. Even then, Grant only let Easton go so far. He was so addicted to the taste of Easton’s kiss; the man was all heat and passion. He wasn’t sure who deepened the kiss, but it made the blood boil in his veins. They each tested the other’s limits, in a heated exchange. Easton tore from the kiss, his lips ghosting so close to Grant’s the air from their breathless pants mingled.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.” The puff of Easton’s warm breath caressed Grant’s sensitive skin, sending his every nerve ending into a frantic tizzy. His gaze dropped to Easton’s wet and kiss swollen lips, his heart drummed so loudly he could barely hear his own words.
“I really like that crass mouth of yours.”
“Oh, yeah?” Warm lips slid along his. “Then you’re gonna fuckin’ love this next move.” Easton snaked his hands between their bodies, wiggled their way under his jacket, and found his belt. Working with a well-practiced skill, he undid the belt, fumbling only briefly with the buttons before releasing Grant from his trousers. It might have been the only thing in the world to make Grant let Easton out of the vise-like hold he had on the man. Within seconds, Easton’s palm had wrapped around his dick, and his slacks were pushed down his legs. “I hate being rushed. I know we don’t have time and I shouldn’t take the time. I shouldn’t, but dammit, I want a taste.”
Easton dropped to his knees, his lips parted, and he sucked Grant into that warm mouth until his leaking cock pressed against the back of his throat. His brain short-circuited somewhere between that and the three or four rough tugs along with the toe-curling suction. Grant’s eyes locked on where his dick pushed in and out of this gorgeous man’s mouth. He palmed Easton’s neck, holding him steady as he carefully rocked his hips to the magic Easton created. He swiped the pad of his thumb along the faint stubble on Easton’s cheek as he thrust a little harder, encouraging the gorgeous blond to take him deeper.