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)
“Yeah,” he said, blushing but looking Dominic in the eye.
The expression on Dominic’s face was completely inscrutable. He was staring at Sam, his gaze dark and intense.
Sam was starting to wonder if there was something wrong with him, because being embarrassed only seemed to turn him on more. He resumed stroking his cock, hyper-aware of Dominic’s heavy gaze on him, enjoying it—enjoying his attention a little too much.
He wondered what Dominic was thinking. What would he think if he knew that Sam was imagining Dominic spreading his cheeks and licking his hole?
Sam groaned and came, teeth sinking into Dominic’s shoulder to muffle his groan.
“Not so bad, was it?” Dominic said afterward, stroking his back and his neck in a manner that seemed almost proprietary, but Sam knew better.
Later, as they dressed to go out, Sam noticed something on Dominic’s neck.
A love bite. He had left a mark on Dominic.
It was red and very obvious, and Sam couldn’t look at it without feeling funny for the rest of the day.
Chapter 11
Dominic was pissed off.
Either that, or he had a grudge against the poor punching bag he was currently abusing.
Running on a treadmill, Sam watched him from the corner of his eye. He tried not to, he really did, but his gaze kept returning to Dominic as though the agent was a magnet he was inexplicably drawn to. It didn’t seem to matter that the gym was huge—he was still acutely aware of the man across the gym.
Sam licked his lips, trying not to stare at the beads of sweat on Dominic’s forehead and neck, or the way his sweat-soaked black t-shirt did absolutely nothing to conceal his sculpted muscles. Sam was all but drooling as he watched the flex of Dominic’s muscles every time he punched the bag.
He was hopelessly turned on, but in his defense, it was pretty much porn.
Not to mention that Sam had a legitimate reason to watch him.
Dominic had been getting grimmer and more withdrawn with every day that they failed to verify the location of the flash drive. They were five days into the cruise, and Brylsko’s guard still hadn’t slipped yet. The guy was truly paranoid. His cabin was guarded all the time by two burly bodyguards, and Brylsko hadn’t been seen without his shirt even once.
Sam could understand Dominic’s dark mood; Sam was getting super anxious, too. They had only three days left. If they didn’t make any headway soon, Dominic would likely change his mind and offer him to Brylsko. Maybe that was why Dominic seemed so pissed off. Maybe he was angry that he would have to resort to this after promising Sam that he wouldn’t have to do it.
His stomach churning at the thought, Sam reached for his Gatorade. He took a few greedy gulps when a familiar accented voice said,
“You shouldn’t drink while you run, pet.”
Sam had always been good at flying by the seat of his pants and making quick decisions. He was already choking on his drink before the plan fully formulated in his head. Sam yelped as he tripped on the treadmill, and fell toward the sound of the voice.
He almost grinned when Brylsko’s hands stopped his fall while his drink spilled all over Brylsko’s t-shirt.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” Sam apologized, wide-eyed and stammering. “You startled me! Let me clean this!” He grabbed a few napkins from the nearby table and started dabbing Brylsko’s soaked shirt. There definitely was an object shaped like a flash drive on Brylsko’s chain, but it wasn’t possible to verify that it was identical to the fake one he’d been given for switching it with. The shirt must go.
“Stop fussing, boy,” Brylsko said with a laugh. “It’s just a shirt. I have dozens more. No harm done.”
Had he mentioned how unsettling it was that sometimes this man seemed kind and laid back? Why couldn’t real life villains be more like the ones from movies? It would have been less of a mindfuck.
Sam smiled at him bashfully. “You should probably take this off before it becomes sticky and gross, sir.”
Brylsko smirked. “Who am I to say no when such a pretty thing wants to see me without a shirt?”
Sam almost rolled his eyes. But on the outside, he smiled, looking at Brylsko through his eyelashes. Ugh, flirting with creepy men sucked. Sam barely kept himself from flinching when Brylsko stepped closer, his gaze on Sam’s legs clad in a pair of tiny white shorts.
When Brylsko took his shirt off, Sam forced his eyes to roam all over the man’s chest, not letting them linger on the flash drive for too long. To be fair, Brylsko was in good shape, but compared to Dominic’s, his body was nothing to write home about.
Sam hoped it wasn’t obvious that he was faking the appreciation in his eyes as he murmured with a crooked smile, “Although I’m happy with my sugar daddy, now I’m a little sorry that I don’t know Polish.”