Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 113741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“I’ve spoken with the city and ComEd personally. After we agree on things here, I’ll have them call you. They’ll be on standby Sunday for your call when you’re done, regardless of the time. The only thing I ask, I need you personally to stick around until everything’s complete on all ends, to be available to make whatever changes they need,” Gage said directly back to Trent, sitting back in his desk chair, flipping a ball point pen through his fingers while watching the sexy electrical contractor look impressed with the strings he’d pulled. Gage absently wondered if this Trent Cooper might be so impressed, he’d go ahead and give Gage a quick pity suck to help relieve the hard-on he’d sported since first meeting him four hours ago.
“Wow. All right. That’s no problem for me,” Trent said. Nowhere in those eight words could Gage find even a hint of the suggestion: Meet in the bathroom, and I’ll suck you…
“If we do all this, the project will stay on track, correct?” Gage seemingly ignored Trent’s comment. Between the electric company and the city, this little panel change snag took more money than he cared to think about in order to have them all on standby this weekend.
“Yes, as long as it’s a reasonably easy switch. Based on what I’m seeing, it looks like it will be. I can keep you briefed the entire time,” Trent replied.
“And this is absolutely needed?” Gage asked. He’d already verified it needed to be done. He wondered if he were still asking these questions so he could keep his eyes on the hot Trent Cooper. His voice seemed to soothe Gage, like a balm over his severely irritated heart… Where the fuck are these thoughts coming from? He’s just a guy, an apparently straight guy. And how did I get that so completely wrong? I never get that wrong.
“Yes, absolutely,” Trent said with a strong nod in confirmation.
“What if I got a second opinion?” Gage asked, hoping he looked like he contemplated all of Cooper’s answers as he again wondered why he asked questions he already knew the answers too. Perhaps the clues are hidden in the way Trent Cooper nods.
Gage focused back on the Trent’s head bobbing, certain the motions would look similar if he sucked Gage hard. A smile tugged at his lips as he realized he’d make sure the head continued to nod throughout this entire conversation, just for his own perverse pleasure. If Gage were bold, he’d get up, walk around the desk and drop his pants. Then Trent wouldn’t have to do anything, but open his mouth to answer Gage’s questions and nod… Trent would deep throat him over and over…
“Please feel free. Just let me know as soon as you can,” Trent said. Gage just let the comment go, reminding himself it wasn’t the invitation he wanted it to be, and he honestly barely even heard the rest of what Trent said after ‘please feel free’.
“McCall, this should have been caught earlier,” Gage’s voice hardened, cutting his eyes to the man sitting next to Trent. He’d magically shown up seconds before Trent came in to have this conversation. It pissed Gage off even more when he realized he lost his few minutes alone with Trent and he then promptly ignored McCall until this moment.
“Agreed,” McCall replied back, staying quiet for a minute. After a pregnant pause of Gage just staring McCall down, he turned his head back to a far more pleasing view. Trent was a stunningly attractive man, with all those good boy looks. All except the small growth on his face and Gage found he wanted to rub his cheeks against those sexy whiskers just to see what they felt like… Gage let his eyes travel lower down Trent’s massive chest. It must be forty-six to forty-eight inches… hmmm… And since he already took these bold steps of examining Trent’s body, he let his eyes scan lower to the still partial hard-on rockin’ those hot new Levi’s. God, he wanted that hard-on to be focused on him.
Reluctantly, Gage knew he needed to let the meeting end, but damn he liked the idea of having this one hanging around his gallery. He loved watching Trent’s thunder thighs walk up and down the sidewalk, right outside his office window. He’d watched Trent adjust himself over and over, trying to get comfortable. Whatever had made Trent so hot and heavy shouldn’t matter at this point, but Gage found it’s all he could think about and again wondered if he should offer help in relieving the burden he carried in his jeans.
After at least a full minute of staring, Gage saw McCall lift his gaze for almost the first time since coming in here and Gage adjusted his stare to look directly at the project manager, hoping he looked like he contemplated his electrical options, not ogling the electrician in front of him.
“All right then, let’s move forward. How do you take payment?” Gage asked, leaning forward in his chair, reaching to pull his checkbook from the side drawer of his desk.
“Half now, the rest upon completion,” Trent said, his gaze never wavering, but Gage wasn’t quite sure Trent looked him straight in the eye. It seemed he might be looking at his nose… Gage again sat there a minute, staring at the young man sitting across from him, trying his best to figure him out.
Gage never got it wrong! Trent must be gay or at least bi-sexual. Surely… Jacquelyn was a beautiful woman, but at least twenty years older than Trent. She had been standing on the porch when Trent arrived and also while he paced outside, but she wasn’t in the gallery when Trent grew hard at their first meeting. Trent’s reaction was obvious and immediate, and Gage experienced it in a seriously major way. Hell, he hadn’t stopped thinking about it since it happened and clearly his body still wanted relief, ASAP. Something this strong didn’t happen often, and for Gage, it never happened where he wasn’t able to find immediate release with the guy.