Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Sam sighed. He knew Dominic was right. They couldn’t spend the day in bed, no matter how appealing the prospect seemed right now.
“Okay,” he said, reluctantly rolling off Dominic and trying to get himself into the right mindset. They had a job to do. Not to mention that it was probably a good idea to put some distance between them. He was getting too comfortable with Dominic. As someone who had been independent all his life, this… rapidly forming attachment was starting to get on his nerves. If he wasn’t careful, he would be in trouble. He needed to remember that he was just a rookie that Dominic—Agent 11—had to babysit for this mission. Nothing more.
The sooner he got the job done, the better.
* * *
Martha gave Sam a discreet thumbs-up when he and Dominic took their seats at the restaurant. She was in the company of a middle-aged man with graying hair who carried himself like he owned the world. The guy had a strong, ruggedly handsome face, but he looked like he could be her father rather than her lover. Martha seemed happy enough, though, so Sam figured her sugar daddy must be all right.
Sam glanced at his own companion and suppressed a sigh. Martha’s sugar daddy had nothing on his. Dominic looked outrageously good in that dark suit, his blue shirt halfway unbuttoned, revealing tanned skin Sam wanted to rub his face against. He was probably staring again. Thankfully, Dominic didn’t seem to notice, his eyes sweeping around the restaurant in a seemingly leisurely manner.
Although Sam didn’t look around, he knew immediately when Brylsko entered the room. Dominic’s expression didn’t change, nor did he stiffen or stare. The only thing that betrayed Dominic was how cold his eyes became as he sipped his coffee. Sam was uncomfortably reminded that this man wasn’t just a spy. He was also a government-sanctioned killer when the occasion called for it.
“Try these,” Sam said, chewing on a pancake. “Delicious.”
The ice melted from Dominic’s eyes as he shifted his gaze to Sam. “Are they?” he said. “You should eat your vegetables too.”
“You’re not my mother,” Sam said, reaching out for another pancake.
Dominic gave him a heated look. “I should hope not.”
Sam nearly groaned aloud. Was it really necessary? Agent 11 deserved a fucking Oscar for his performance.
“Come here,” Dominic said, patting his lap.
“We’re in a restaurant, Nick,” Sam pointed out with a smile, even though he was perfectly aware what a lame excuse it was. It was hardly a normal restaurant. Other sugar babies were either snuggled up against their sugar daddies or sitting on their laps. One bloke was even kneeling at a middle-aged woman’s feet, his cheek resting on her knee. Brylsko had his sugar baby on a leash as he led her into the restaurant.
He and Dominic were one of the few couples behaving normally.
They were standing out.
“Sammy.”
Sam suppressed a sigh. Dominic was right. They couldn’t let Brylsko suspect anything.
Sam got to his feet and moved to sit on Dominic’s lap. He had half-expected some awkwardness, but he should have known better. His body seemed to immediately melt into Dominic’s, going disgustingly relaxed and pliant against Dominic’s firm chest. Christ, he smelled so good.
“He’s looking at us,” Dominic said quietly into Sam’s ear, his hand stroking Sam’s back. To the casual eye, it probably looked as though Dominic was feeling him up and whispering sweet nothings to him. “He’s wearing a gold chain around his neck, and it looks like there’s something on it, but it’s under his shirt. Impossible to tell if it’s the flash drive or not.”
“We’ll have to wait until he takes a dip in the pool,” Sam murmured, struggling to keep his attention on the mission when all he wanted was to close his eyes and remain in Dominic’s arms forever.
Dominic chuckled. “The pool? Which one?”
“There’s more than one?” Sam sighed. He could already see them wandering the deck all day, trying to catch Brylsko without a shirt. “Have I mentioned that my skin hates the sun, and that the feeling is mutual?”
Dominic laughed, tipped Sam’s face up, and kissed his disgruntled nose. “I’ll protect you from it.”
Sam absolutely didn’t melt into a puddle of goo. He decided that he hated straight men—especially those who were ridiculously hot and who treated him as though he were something precious.
“You can protect me from the sun?”
“I can put sunscreen on you.”
Sam smirked filthily. “Everywhere?”
Dominic’s eyes were laughing. “Naughty child.”
Sam grinned. “Do you still think of me as a child after last night?”
A barely visible grimace crossed Dominic’s face. “Don’t remind me.”
Sam tried not to get offended and failed. “I’ll have you know that I’ve been reliably informed by multiple sources that I’m great at sucking cock.”
Dominic’s expression turned pinched. “I really didn’t need that information.”
A laugh left Sam’s lips when he realized what this was about. He lowered his voice. “I’ve been living on the streets since I was six, Nick. Did you really think I was some innocent little boy, a blushing virgin who would be bothered by what happened last night? You don’t need to worry about my nonexistent virtue.” He smiled and kissed Dominic’s cheek, shivering when Dominic’s scruff tickled his skin. “But it’s very sweet of you, anyway.”