Page 32 of Protecting his Secrets

Malachi thought he might’ve squeaked at the idea, but Nick’s expression didn’t change, so he might’ve been quieter than he seemed. “Not for me.”

Nick’s mouth twitched. “You might need to get off me.”

Malachi’s eyes widened. “I…can do that.”

Nick stared at him, eyebrows slowly rising the longer they looked at each other. “Well, are you going to?”

Malachi glanced down between them, seeing the bulge in Nick’s trousers. He reached for the button, pausing when Nick’s hands covered his. “What are you doing?”

“You asked me to get you off.”

Nick pursed his lips, but a smile broke through. “Thank you, but what I actually said was that you might need to getoffme. As in, climb off my lap so we can shower.” He squeezed his hands. “I’m not saying no, just not yet.”

Malachi closed his eyes in mortification, heat invading his cheeks until he was sure he was sunburnt. He climbed off Nick’s lap as quickly as his legs would allow him, stumbling into the coffee table.

“Sorry.”

Nick rose and slipped his arms around Malachi’s waist. “Don’t be. You’re the first person I would ask to get me off, but when I get my hands on you—properly—I want to take my time.” He tucked his finger under Malachi’s chin, lifting his head to meet his gaze. “Don’t ever be embarrassed with me. Although I’m enjoying finding out all yoursqueakycharms.”

Malachi closed his eyes and dislodged Nick’s finger, tucking his face against Nick’s chest while groaning. “Kill me now.”

“Nope. No time. We have to shower.”

Nick grabbed his hand and dragged him to the en suite bathroom—Nick’s en suite bathroom.

“I need my clothes!” Malachi spluttered as they entered.

“You can get them afterwards.”

Nick turned on the large shower and began stripping. Malachi swallowed his tongue as bare skin came into view. Skin with amazingly detailed black swirls and designs. The man had muscles for miles and seeing it on display was more than his heart could stand. He wanted to see his hands on him, to see the difference in skin tone and temperature, and whether he was as smooth as he looked.

“Like what you see?”

Malachi blinked and refocused. Seeing the lightness in his eyes had him smiling. “Without a doubt in the world.”

“Then let me see what you have. We have little time.”

His hands shook as he stripped off his shirt and trousers, pausing when he was down to his briefs, a lot self-conscious. But when Nick stepped closer and slid his hands from his shoulders slowly down his arms and tangled their fingers, he found the courage. Because Nick wasn’t pushing. He wasn’t making him do anything, and it gave him the confidence that Nick did actually want him—even though Nick’s cock was also talking. It might not have been the longest, but it was thick, and as the head peeked from the foreskin, red and ready, Malachi’s confidence soared.

Keeping his fingers tangled with Nick’s, he hooked his thumbs in his briefs—not as easy as he thought it would be, but he managed—and let them fall to the floor before kicking them away.

It took him a few seconds to comprehend that he was naked in a bathroom with a famous bodyguard, just about to shower with him.

“Ready?” Nick asked.

Malachi met his unwavering gaze and nodded. “Didn’t think I’d be doing this today, but yes. I’m ready.”

Nick tugged him into the shower cubicle, which was a tight fit with Nick being so broad and muscular, but they managed. Malachi felt small and cared for in his shadow, and he didn’t care about what that might have said about him. Nick manoeuvred him into the spray, and Malachi closed his eyes, letting Nick wet his hair and body. When Nick moved him again, he didn’t fight it, and though it was colder outside of the water, he didn’t complain. Nick’s scent washed over him, and Malachi opened his eyes, watching as Nick squeezed some shampoo into his hand. He rubbed it into Malachi’s hair with slow but sure fingers, and Malachi groaned. He hadn’t realised how sensual something like that could be.

“Let’s wash it out,” Nick murmured. He banded an arm around Malachi’s waist, giving him the first feel of their bodies against each other, and he couldn’t help rubbing his hips when Nick’s cock pressed against him. “You keep doing that and this shower is going to turn into something else.”

Malachi smiled as he tilted his head back to wash the shampoo free. When that was done, Nick glided soapy hands all over his body, washing away his sins. He opened heavy eyelids to meet Nick’s gaze, and as the lust in his eyes hit him, he surged onto his toes and gripped the back of his neck, pulling his mouth down to meet his.

Malachi gasped as his back met the cold tiled wall, but Nick used that as his chance to slip his tongue inside. Malachi sucked on it, his fingers threading into Nick’s hair and holding him in place while their bodies slipped and slid against each other. Hedidn’t want it to end, but he also knew they didn’t have time, so he pulled back with a gasp and smacked his head back against the wall, groaning.

“Fuck,” he muttered. He dropped his hands, pressing them against the cool wall. “Wash. Quickly. I’m not sure how much willpower I have with you like this.”

“You’re not the only one.”

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