Page 11 of Something Unprofessional

He caught sight of his face frozen on the laptop screen and pushed it shut. It had been easier than explaining, but he already regretted letting Gabe see it. It would be way too easy for him to find out more than Ev was comfortable with.

“I have a meeting across town tomorrow morning. I won’t be in until noon,” Gabe said, startling him.

“Do you need me to meet you there?” Ev asked. It was rare for Gabe to have a meeting Ev hadn’t scheduled.

“No. Just have everything ready for the managers’ meeting when I get back.”

Ev nodded in agreement. He was almost done with that. He’d done most of it earlier in the week. “Anything else?”

Gabe shook his head. “Get out of here. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Ev didn’t give him a chance to change his mind. He grabbed his laptop and was out the door two minutes later. Maybe he could convince Owen to go out now instead of Saturday. After the day he’d just had, he needed to blow off some steam. Preferably with a hot Dom who wasn’t his boss and wouldn’t ask too many awkward questions when Ev begged to be spanked until he cried.

Gabe

Gabe entered the cluband went straight for Jack, who was standing at the end of the bar. “Where is he?” he asked in lieu of a greeting.

Jack gave him a look that was half mocking, half amusement. “Evening, Jack. How was your day? Thanks for texting me that my hot little subby boy was in the club and looking for trouble.”

Gabe rolled his eyes. “How long have you known me?”

Jack slung an arm over his shoulders. “Long enough.” He started toward the stairs, Gabe falling into step next to him. “I sent them upstairs to watch Max’s demo about ten minutes ago.”

“Them?” Gabe asked with a frown. His boy was here with someone?

Jack laughed. “Wow. That must have been some hookup. I’ve never seen you jealous before.”

Gabe’s frown deepened into a scowl. “I’m not—”

“Bullshit,” Jack coughed. “You’re practically vibrating.” He gave Gabe a shake. “You can take a breath. The cutie he’s with is definitely a sub. No need for the Daddy bear to come out of his cave.”

Gabe had the strong desire to punch Jack but managed to restrain himself. They reached the top of the stairs, and he searched the crowd for a glimpse of those memorable tattoos.

Jack slapped him on the back just as a couple wandered away from the demo and revealed Gabe’s boy. Gabe recognized the young man next to him as the blond who had pulled him away on New Year’s Eve. “Good luck, buddy,” Jack said with another laugh. “You know where to find me if you get turned down.”

Gabe crossed the room without a plan, but as he got closer, he couldn’t hold back the desire to get some playful revenge for the abrupt departure the other night. He stopped behind the boy, close enough that he could feel the heat of him against his chest. The boy tensed and started to turn, but Gabe caught him by the shoulders, holding him in place. “Keep your eyes on the show, boy,” Gabe purred into his ear, lips brushing the shell.

The boy gasped and tensed but didn’t try to pull away or turn. “Da-daddy?” he asked, his voice hitching.

Gabe grinned, his blood racing. “That’s right, baby,” he said, inhaling the somehow familiar scent of citrus and spice. “Daddy’s here.”

The boy whimpered and melted back against him, his head falling to Gabe’s shoulder. “Oh my god,” he whispered. He turned his head toward his friend.

Gabe followed his gaze, but the blond was riveted by Max’s demo, his blue eyes wide and his cheeks flushed, even in the dim light. Gabe could understand why. Max was a god with rope, and any other day, Gabe would have been equally mesmerized by the twists and knots decorating his model.

Instead, his attention was wholly on the boy in his arms. He was shirtless, highlighting his tattooed sleeves, trim build, and the rapid rise and fall of his chest. The skintight denim painted on his long legs was so slashed and worn it could barely be called pants. A quick tug and Gabe’s boy would be naked, because there was no sign he was wearing a jock under those.

Still, Gabe needed to see for himself. He flicked his tongue against the boy’s earlobe, earning another gasp and a full-body shudder. “I want to make another deal with you, boy.”

His boy was nodding before Gabe finished his sentence, which was flattering but not what he was aiming for. He needed him to listen. He gave the shell of his ear a swift nip, making him hiss.

“Listen to me before you say yes,” he ordered, his voice low and stern. This boy. He was so goddamn eager. It was going to get him in trouble someday.

“Yes, Daddy. Sorry, Daddy.”

Gabe should really stop that—they’d agreed Gabe was “Daddy” for one night—but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.It fell off his boy’s lips so naturally, sending a surge of possessive heat through Gabe each time he heard it. “I want you to be a good boy and stay very still while Daddy plays with your pretty cock. Can you do that? Can you be still and quiet so your friend doesn’t see what you’re letting Daddy do to you?”

His boy was trembling, but there was no mistaking it for anything but excitement as he ground his hips back against Gabe’s hard cock. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good for you. So good. You have no idea,” he rushed out, the words tripping over one another.

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