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)
Frank hesitated, and in that moment it was obvious to Ezra it had never crossed his mind to look up Ezra’s profile online. Good. “Do you… like it? As a job, I mean. Is this something you wanted to keep doing in LA? Or was there… someone you wanted to join there?”
Another tricky question, but one that was easier to answer. “Depends. Sometimes, it felt like having the best time, and getting paid on top of that. Other times… well, it was just a job. I guess the worst part of it was having to pander to people I found insufferable, the best thing was learning what made people tick and—”
Being adored.
Knowing that to those men his worth was equal to expensive jewelry and thick wads of cash. “I like fucking,” Ezra said, biting his lip.
Frank’s warm eyes strayed to Ezra’s collarbones as he took a deep breath. “I hope getting paid for it didn’t change the way you feel about sex when it’s freely given?”
Before meeting Frank, Ezra wouldn’t have imagined a guy like him to be this perceptive. Between his size, the gruff exterior, and the tattoos, Ezra would have clocked him as a hot meathead, but he had a heart big enough to keep his strange junkyard family together, and more emotional intelligence than the therapist Ezra saw on occasion. Frank’s questions made Ezra feel seen, as if he didn’t just ask them to know how to trap Ezra more effectively.
“I was also hooking up with people out of work,” he said with a shrug, unsure what Frank wanted to gauge with that question. “I never had a boyfriend because it would complicate everything. But also, if—” He took a deep breath, looking away from Frank’s face. “Because of drama potential, and because that kind of person might just want to have me and not give much back.”
“What do you expect to receive then? From this boyfriend candidate?” Frank smirked and pulled on Ezra’s ear.
The squeeze inside Ezra’s chest felt almost painful. He didn’t know how he’d gotten entangled with Frank so fast, but it happened, and the only way was forward.
He wanted to give them a shot, no matter how foolish that was.
“To be honest, I feel as if it’s me who’s not doing enough. You’re always out, working hard, and I just rot away at home, cleaning the same floor for the second time that day.”
Frank gave him a gentle slap on the ass. “That’s dumb. You are the value, not what you do for me. Though I definitely love my new meal plan and having you take care of me If anything, I worry you’re out of my league now that money isn’t on the table anymore.”
Ezra’s face fell. “I mean… we do need money, but that is a crazy thing to say. You are the only guy I ever wanted to skip condoms with.”
The STI risk aside, he’d always felt self-conscious about the potential for mess that came with going bare, but in Frank’s presence he felt more at ease about such things. Most of all, though, at this point the desire to give Frank everything, to have his bare dick inside, and then accept his warm cum was as insistent as thirst.
Frank chuckled and ran his fingers from Ezra's chin to his Adam's apple. "I see that's the highest compliment you could offer me. Not gonna lie, it feels so damn good to be inside you without anything to keep us apart. I just want to make sure you feel you’re getting what you need too. Even if things aren’t clear cut anymore.”
“What are you offering?” Ezra asked, rubbing his fingers over the side of Frank’s face.
“Me. All of me. I know you ended up here for all the wrong reasons, but maybe this is some fucked up chance for us. Whatever plans you had, I could help make them happen. You’re so young, so smart, you could do anything you put your mind to.”
It was the sweetest thing anyone ever offered Ezra, and while it was unlikely Frank could help him secure the kind of funding he needed for his future plans to succeed, maybe there were other ways to get there? “I actually… planned to move in with this guy in Hollywood. We had drafted a contract, an NDA, and everything. The goal was to get married rich or somehow get enough cash to find connections and launch a business. You know I’m interested in skincare, and it's such a huge industry. I wanted a piece of that pie.” He rubbed his face, hoping Frank wouldn’t be put off by the truth, but if they were to give this crazy thing a chance, then Ezra needed to show himself for what he was.
Frank’s eyebrows rose as he stroked Ezra’s side. “You wanted to be a trophy husband with a cosmetics empire?”