Page 12 of Something Unprofessional

“Tell me your safeword.”

“Red, Daddy. I promise,” his boy said, reaching back to cling to Gabe’s thighs.

Gabe wrapped an arm around his waist and splayed a hand against taut abs. He felt good, silky smooth. Gabe wondered if it was natural or if he waxed. He glanced up at the stage where Max was in the process of decorating his model with a length of deep blue rope. “Is that something you’d enjoy?” he asked as he began sweeping his hand up and down in ever-broadening strokes. “The pressure of the ropes wrapping around you, twisting and tightening, decorating all this pretty pale skin like a perfect present for Daddy?” He teased close to a nipple ring, making his boy squirm.

“I don’t—” his boy tried, then groaned when Gabe gave his pec a squeeze, fingers pressing into the muscle. “I think—” he tried again, but Gabe flicked his nipple ring, making him gasp. He shook his head. “Daddy, you’re distracting me,” hecomplained, shifting his weight from foot to foot, his tight little ass rubbing against Gabe’s cock.

Gabe tugged on his nipple in retaliation. “Well, you’re being a tease, so it’s only fair.”

His boy huffed. “Am not.”

Gabe chuckled and nipped his throat, then pressed his tongue to the hammering pulse there. Fuck, he tasted good. Sweet and salty. Gabe wanted to eat him up. He nibbled at the sharp curve of his jaw. Gabe caught a glimpse of swollen lips, the glass ball of his piercing nestled below the bottom one. He slid his hand down and deftly popped the button on the boy’s jeans, then reached inside.

His pants were just as tight as they looked and, unfortunately, weren’t going to be conducive to a stealthy hand job. His boy seemed to realize that at the same time Gabe did and turned his head, his lips skimming along Gabe’s jaw in return. “I’m not shy,” he murmured, then shimmied his hips in an attempt to get Gabe’s hand where he wanted it.

Gabe chuckled but didn’t deny him. He pushed his boy’s pants down enough that he could wrap a hand around his stiff, leaking cock.

His boy let his head fall back, his lower lip caught between straight, white teeth. Someone in front of them moved, and the light from the stage spilled through the gap in the crowd, highlighting his boy’s profile.

At first, Gabe was sure his eyes were playing tricks on him. But no. He wasn’t an idiot. He slid his free hand into the boy’shair, flattening it down against his skull as he pulled his head back farther. Fuck.

His boy… His boy was Everett Bailey, his fucking PA. Ev squirmed in his hold, a low whine leaving him. “Please, Daddy,” Ev begged, so fucking perfectly that Gabe had to shut his eyes and grit his teeth.

Eyes still closed, he worked his hand over Ev’s cock. Goddammit. How had he missed this? He gave Ev’s cock a firm squeeze at the base, making his breath hitch. He needed to buy himself time. Needed to wrap his head around this. Did Ev know?

Of course he fucking knew. It explained the jumpy mess he’d been all week at work. The real question waswhenhe’d known, because if the answer was “the whole time,” they were going to have a problem.

Ev started to tense with his impending orgasm, and Gabe let his cock go until he calmed again, then resumed his slow strokes.

But that couldn’t be the case. If fucking Gabe on New Year’s had been intentional, what reason would Ev have had to hide it? It was more likely that they’d both been fooled by the masks, and Ev had only realized who Gabe was at midnight when they came off. It explained why he’d disappeared so quickly and without leaving Gabe a way to contact him. Because up until that point, things had been going well. Too well.

Ev was trembling in his arms now, his face damp when he pressed it to Gabe’s throat, and Gabe realized he’d been edging him longer than he meant to. Shit. He sped up his strokes.

“Come for me, boy,” he gritted out.

Ev shook through his orgasm, his face and his moans buried in Gabe’s skin. When he finally slumped, Gabe raised his messy hand, and Ev licked it clean without question, his eyes dazed and his movements lethargic.

Gabe bit back a groan as Ev began sucking on his fingers, his cheeks hollowing, his eyes closed in pleasure. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? His cock was rock hard and throbbing, and all he could think about was putting Ev on his knees and fucking his gorgeous mouth. How wrong would it be to let the charade go on a little longer? Ev had let it go all week, and tonight, he’d had every opportunity to stop Gabe before they got to this point. That made Gabe feel better about his next move.

He reluctantly pulled his fingers from Ev’s mouth, needing both hands to get him tucked away in his pants. He huffed in amusement when one good yank lifted Ev onto his toes. “How the hell did you get these on in the first place?” he wondered.

Ev gave a throaty laugh. “Body powder and perseverance,” he admitted, nosing Gabe’s throat.

Dammit. Why did he have to be so enticing? “Shall we make another deal?” Gabe asked. He got Ev tucked away, then gripped him by the hips and turned him so they were face-to-face.

Ev went rigid the moment their eyes met, holding his breath like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Gabe kept his expression neutral, wondering if this was it—if Ev would givein and admit to the charade. Seconds ticked by. Finally, Ev's shoulders lost their tension and he let out a shaky breath, relief filling his eyes. So that was how they were going to play this. Alright. If Ev wasn't ready to come clean, then Gabe would let their little game continue…for now.

Ev flicked his tongue against the labret stud nestled in the shadow of his plump lower lip, a habit that Gabe recognized, though he was used to seeing it minus the piercing. The boy really did look shockingly different in his clubbing attire. It was no surprise Gabe hadn't recognized him before. Even now, when the shadows fell just right, Gabe was having moments where he second-guessed his revelation. Was the tattooed little minx in front of him really his buttoned-up, cute-but-boring PA? An hour ago, Gabe would have laughed at the thought. Now, the longer he watched, the more obvious the similarities became.

“I like our deals,” Ev answered finally, dragging Gabe's attention off of cataloging his appearance. “But I’m here with my friend. I don’t want to abandon him.”

“I have friends as well,” Gabe offered. “Maybe your friend would like to meet my friends?”

Ev’s tongue slid along his lower lip, flicking against the stud again as he contemplated that. Gabe’s cock gave an answering throb, reminding him just how hard he was. “Maybe,” Ev said, swaying closer, his eyes searching Gabe’s face.

Gabe slid his hands to Ev’s ass, getting a good handful and giving a squeeze. “And then maybe you and I can slip away somewhere more private.”

When they got backdownstairs, Ev’s friend in tow, Gabe headed toward the VIP area. In the back, Jack had commandeered his favorite spot, a U-shaped seating area tucked into the corner with a view of the room, while still partially concealed. They, along with Tucker and Max, had spent quite a few evenings there over the years.

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