Page 70 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
Chapter Fifteen
Fazil stirred against Todd and squinted at the window. A streetlight blazed in the dark outside. They’d fallen asleep and who knew what time it was, except too damn late. Sun didn’t go down until nine.
He couldn’t see Todd’s clock, and his phone was still in his pants. Those were in a heap by Todd’s couch, right where they’d been stripped off his ass.
Hadn’t that been exquisite? Todd forcing him over the couch. The dirty talk. Fucking him. Punishing him. Keeping him there until he was good and done with him. Fazil rolled closer and kissed Todd’s shoulder. Perfect man. Perfect lover. He’d needed that as much as he’d needed Friday. He hadn’t realized how much.
Todd shifted and blinked his eyes open. “Hey.” He looked at the window. “Well, shit.”
“Yeah. Don’t know the time, but I bet I should go.”
“You could stay the night.”
Todd ran his fingers through Fazil’s hair and the gentle pull reminded Fazil of the much harsher ones earlier. “I know. I want to.” He pushed himself up on one arm. “But riding in with you and not Eli will cause us a world of trouble.”
Todd scrubbed his face. “God.” He groaned, sat up, and peered at the clock.
“What’s the damage?”
“Ten thirty.”
Fazil grabbed a pillow, put it over his face, and moaned into it. A moment later, he tossed it aside and clambered out of bed. “I’m not going to hear the end of it from Eli, getting back this late.”
“I’m sure he’ll understand.” Todd rose and fished around until he found a pair of pants. “He did offer the use of his tie.”
They would have used it like Eli intended, too, given Todd’s little stunt with the belt. “Oh, I’m sure he’ll understand. That’s why he’ll give me hell.” Fazil located his shirt by the bedroom door and headed into the living room. “He’s like a snarky older brother. Except he’s also kind of my boss.”
“Your company is weird,” Todd said from somewhere in the bedroom.
True.“Wouldn’t give it up for the world.”
A few minutes later, they were both dressed, and Fazil shoved the last of his belongings into his overnight bag. “I guess that’s it.”
Todd rolled his keys around his fingers. “Back to the real world.”
The pit of fear he’d ignored all weekend opened up again. Fazil glanced around Todd’s place. “This is real, too.” It had to be.
A flicker of concern in Todd, then he was pulling Fazil into his arms. “You better believe it’s real.”
Warm lips opening his and Todd’s hands holding his head. Fazil kissed him back, hard as he could manage. When they broke apart, he whispered, “Good.”
Todd brushed his thumb over Fazil’s lips. “I want you to remember where you were earlier tonight and how it felt to have me inside you.” He grinned. “Those chairs in that conference room they gave you are black leather, aren’t they?”
They were. His whole body tingled. “Yeah.”
“Imagine having your face pressed into one of those tomorrow.”
That image, the smell, the way Todd had moved inside him. Fazil closed his eyes.
“The real world.” Todd’s lips were against his, but only briefly. “Come on. Let’s get you back.”
Everything seemed a lot brighter when Fazil opened his eyes. Todd was beside him, with him. And thatmattered.
***
Fazil’s worries about Eli were laid to rest when they pulled up behind a sleek black BMW at the hotel. There was Eli, in a pair of jeans and a plain green t-shirt chatting with the man who must have owned the car, since he was leaning on it. Spiky blond hair and not someone Fazil thought might own horses.
“I guess teacher stayed out late on a school night, too,” Todd said.
