The Real Baxter (The Baxter Chronicles #1) Read Online Lane Hayes

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Baxter Chronicles Series by Lane Hayes
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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 111443 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
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“That’s not the right way to look at it.”

I snorted. “There’s no good way to look at it. It’s bribery. Plain and simple.”

“Oh, come on.”

“And it’s a fucked way to end what was actually a very nice night. I went from being in awe of you to annoyed with you to wanting to fuck your brains out. And then…I genuinely liked you. And I fucking loved what we did.” My voice took on a gravelly tone I barely recognized.

“I loved it too,” he said softly.

“Oh, I know you did,” I hummed.

“Trent…”

“You loved it when I sucked your dick. You loved having my cock in your ass. I did too. But I was hoping to keep it for myself…as spank bank material and a reminder that people aren’t always what they seem. In a twist, it turns out they are exactly what they seem. I should have known you’d let your son do your dirty work…cover your tracks with a phony story you could pass off as someone else’s business decision.” I stepped into his space and pointed at his chest. “Well, fuck that. And fuck you for—”

Seb grabbed my jacket and pulled me against his chest, crashing his mouth over mine.

And just like that, we picked up where we’d left off, in a storm of want and desire. Our lips fused in an angry kiss until one of us gave in, softening the connection and opening up. I think it was me, and it kind of pissed me off that I apparently had the willpower of an eggplant.

So when he slipped his tongue into my mouth, I took over, plastering myself to him as I sucked his tongue, bit his lips, and licked a path from his jawline down the column of his throat. I yanked his tie off, unbuttoned his oxford shirt, spreading the fabric open to splay my hands on his warm skin. I groaned into our blistering kiss, loving the feel of his toned abs. Of course, I couldn’t stop there. I drifted lower still, gliding my palm over the steel rod behind his zipper. I squeezed his shaft through his trousers…hard enough to make him gasp.

Seb broke the kiss and pushed my hand away. Our heated standoff took on a life of its own as the air buzzed and crackled in a carnal haze. My gaze flitted from his molten eyes and swollen lips to his debauched state, lingering on his obscene bulge. I mentioned I had a thing for suit porn, right?

Holy fuck. He exceeded every fantasy I’d ever conjured. I cupped my dick through my jeans and licked my lips. If I were a smart man, I’d tie my jacket around my waist to hide the evidence and walk the fuck away. Everything I wanted was a bad idea.

“Oh, I…God, I need this. Fuck me,” Seb whispered, stroking himself languidly.

I opened and closed my mouth. Twice.

Bad idea, bad idea…say no. Just say no.

“Do you have a condom?”

Close enough.

Seb moved around the desk and set a small bottle of lube and a condom on a coffee table book about the golden age of Hollywood while I stood there with my hand on my crotch, unsure how this was gonna work. Yeah, insert dick in ass…got it. But this was a major studio, and Seb Rourke was the head honcho. His secretary was on the other side of the door, for fuck’s sake. Granted, that door was probably locked and this room was probably soundproofed, but I’d never fucked a producer for a part. And I obviously wasn’t doing that now, but—

“Stop thinking,” he rasped, unbuckling my belt. He ghosted his lips against mine as he unzipped my jeans and slipped his hands under the elastic of my boxer briefs, pushing them over my ass. “I want you. I’ve been thinking about this cock. I need it. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

I think my eyeballs rolled in their sockets. I was so drunk on lust, I wasn’t sure how I was still on my feet. I nodded stupidly as I stroked my throbbing cock. No joke. That motherfucker had a heartbeat. I could feel it pulse in my hand. I ached for release. But I was not a crappy lover. I knew better than to go in hot. I had to prepare him and make sure he needed my dick. Not just wanted it…needed it.

But when he got on his knees, I didn’t stop him. When he wrapped his fingers around my shaft and stroked, I let him do his thing. And when he flicked his tongue over my slit, sucking the head before taking me fully into his mouth, I slid my fingers through his hair and sighed in relief.

Damn, Seb was good at that. He covered every inch of my dick, sucking and swallowing as he jacked me. I tilted my hips…not enough to gag him. Just enough to spur him along. He glanced up at me, his mouth full of cock, his eyes watering, and somehow, I got the message. He wanted me to take over. He wanted me to call the shots.


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