Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I moaned softly as his hand made its way under my jacket, squeezing at my waist.
“I’m not a fuckboy,” I murmured against his skin as he kissed lower, on my neck.
“Nothing wrong with whatever you are,” he said in a low voice. “I know you think I can’t handle you.”
I felt a flash inside me as if I’d just taken a shot of straight liquor.
“Maybe I can’t handle you,” I whispered. “Sometimes you do things I don’t expect.”
“Like I said. You bring it out in me,” Adam said, sucking on my earlobe and making me groan. My cock got even harder in the process. “I can’t be shy when you kiss me. When you tell me that next time, I can fuck you on camera. That there will be a ‘next time’ at all. Jesus Christ, Chase, are you trying to make me lose my mind before this dinner?”
“Sorry,” I murmured.
“Don’t be.”
Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement through the car windows. Charlie was walking down the front path of his house. I kissed Adam’s lips one last time and squeezed his thigh before moving away and straightening out my jacket.
What the hell was I doing?
And why couldn’t I stop?
I smoothed out my hair and sat back in the middle of the seat as the driver opened the door for Charlie and he slid in next to me. I blinked up at him, feeling like he could read it all over my face. I just practically tongue-fucked Adam in the back of this car. And oh, welcome in, Charlie.
“Hey, you two,” Charlie said. “Ready for tonight? Am I the only one who has no idea what he’s doing at a fancy dinner?”
“You are not the only one,” I told him. “Adam is going to have to show us the ropes, here. He’s probably been to plenty of fancy business dinners.”
Adam still looked flustered. “Hey, Charlie. And no, just because I’ve been to these kinds of dinners doesn’t mean I know how to act at them,” he said. “You guys have seen me in public before. I’m like a malfunctioning robot.”
“I have no idea how to act at these things, either,” Charlie said, straightening his tie. “I’m going to try not to fuck it up for Shawn and Nathan, though. I know they want to work with this marketing guy. It would be so big for the company.”
“We’re not going to fuck it up,” I told them. “Emmett is a nice guy. He’s fancy and rich, sure, but his heart is in the right place, and he already loves the Fixer Brothers brand.”
“Until he sees this water on my suit,” Adam said. We both laughed, releasing a tension that had been building for the whole car ride.
“I’m not even going to ask,” Charlie said, grinning at us.
The rest of the car ride went by in a flash. Charlie took control of the wireless sound system in the back of the car, and the three of us took turns putting on different songs to get us hyped up for the night. We were driven down the mountain and into Denver, heading right into downtown as the sun was setting.
When we pulled up outside the restaurant and the driver opened the door for us, Adam’s shirt and tie had dried off like nothing had happened.
“How do I look?” he asked me as he stepped onto the street, standing in the glow of the restaurant’s awning.
“Like a movie star,” I said. “Like you always do.”
“You’re too nice to me, Chase.”
“How do I look?” I asked him, smoothing out my hair one last time.
Adam leaned in close to my ear, right as Charlie started to walk away toward the restaurant.
“You look like I want to fuck you,” he whispered low in my ear. “On camera. For everyone to see.”
My cock throbbed. “Not fair,” I said, cutting him a glance. “I just got control of myself and now you’re the one teasing me?”
“Told you,” he said, a glint in his eye. “You’re rubbing off on me.”
“Damn right I am,” I said, and as he walked in front of me into the restaurant, I was able to catch his ass in my hand and give it a squeeze without anyone else seeing.
As we stepped inside, I had a brief flash of disorientation. After being in the back of a car for a while, walking into this place felt like entering another world.
“This restaurant isn’t just fancy, it’s like a fucking Victorian palace,” I said, looking all around.
The ceilings towered above us, and chandeliers were hanging all throughout the space. The lighting was dim and intimate, with candles at every table, casting the dark purple walls and leather booths in a flickering glow. There was a pianist at the corner of the room playing classy jazz music on a glossy black baby grand piano.