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)
Smirking, Brylsko winked at him. “Maybe I can talk Dominic into sharing.”
Sam forced out a laugh. “I wouldn’t be against it, but I don’t think he would agree.”
Familiar hands settled on his hips. “Yes,” Dominic said from behind him. “I’m afraid I’m not very good at sharing, love.”
Sam relaxed back against Dominic’s chest, the tension in his body bleeding out. Thank fuck. He didn’t think he could keep flirting for much longer. He wasn’t that good a liar.
“That’s a pity,” Brylsko said, shifting his gaze to Dominic.
Sam couldn’t see Dominic’s expression, but it must not have been pleasant, because Brylsko’s genial look changed ever so subtly, his eyes turning wary and a little suspicious.
Sam elbowed Dominic as discreetly as he could. What the fuck was he doing? Did he want to blow their covers? Had Dominic forgotten that he was supposed to be a harmless, hedonistic rich man?
“You have no reason to be jealous,” Sam said with a fond, long-suffering smile, turning around to look at Dominic. He nearly winced when he saw his stony expression. Fuck. This called for drastic measures or Brylsko might get suspicious. Sam looped his arms around Dominic’s neck and pressed his body flush against him. “Don’t be a caveman.” He pecked Dominic’s on the lips, shivering a little at the contact. “Mr. Brylsko is a handsome, interesting man, but I’m happy to belong to you. Honest. You have no reason to feel insecure. Have you seen yourself in the mirror? Everyone here is jealous of me.”
Finally—finally—Dominic’s expression thawed out, a rueful, sheepish smile twisting his lips. “I’m sorry, Milosz,” he said with a chuckle. “I’ve always been too damn possessive of my things. I get carried away sometimes.”
Brylsko nodded, his wariness disappearing. “I’m the same way, so I completely understand.” His blue eyes swept over Dominic. “You’re in very good shape for someone who spends most of his time behind a desk.”
Sam eyed Brylsko but couldn’t tell if he was suspicious.
Dominic snorted, tucking Sam into his side and stroking his bare arm in an absent-minded manner. “I should hope so. I spend a small fortune on my gym membership. If I stop working out, I quickly gain weight. Hazards of a desk job.”
Brylsko hummed noncommittally, his attention already shifting to his pet on the other side of the gym, “Looks like my pet wants me. See you around.”
He strode toward his sugar baby.
Before Sam could say anything, Dominic took his wrist and led him out of the gym. His face was neutral, his shoulders relaxed, but the grip on Sam’s wrist was a little too tight for comfort.
Frowning, Sam resisted the urge to demand explanations for Dominic’s completely unreasonable behavior. He waited until they were on the deck, far from any other passengers.
“What the hell was that?” he gritted out, turning to Dominic.
Dominic looked at him impassively. “I’m the one who should be asking that.”
Sam’s brows drew together. “Why are you pissed off? It was a brilliant idea. He approached me, so it wasn’t suspicious at all—until you came and ruined all my work!” His bottom lip wobbled a little. He felt stupidly upset. He’d thought Dominic would be proud and pleased, not angry. “I did manage to verify the flash drive’s location and confirm that our flash drive looks similar enough. You should be praising me instead of being angry.” He hated that he couldn’t quite keep the hurt from his voice. Why was Dominic’s opinion so important to him, anyway? He didn’t live for Dominic’s praise.
A muscle flexed in Dominic’s jaw. “You shouldn’t have acted without consulting me first.”
Sam stared at him in disbelief. “You’re the one who taught me to trust my instincts and do whatever I must for the success of the mission. And by the way, I’ve read the mission parameters. You might outrank me, but in this mission I’m the lead agent; you’re the support agent. I’m supposed to do most of the job. You’re here to make sure I don’t fuck up and get hurt.”
“Exactly,” Dominic bit out.
Sam scoffed. “I could take care of myself. What would he do to me in a public place? I guess a man like him—”
Dominic yanked him close and kissed him.
Sam would like to say he put up some resistance, that he hesitated before kissing back.
The embarrassing truth was, he melted the moment Dominic’s lips touched his, his mind going blissfully empty and his body going pliant and tingling all over. His mouth was the only part of him that seemed to be able to move, kissing back with wanton abandon, lips clinging to Dominic’s and sucking on Dominic’s tongue. His little gasps and whimpers turned into full-blown moans when Dominic’s hands started moving, stroking him all over—his back, his buttocks, the backs of his bare thighs. Fuck, he was dying. He was one step away from humping Dominic—