Page 56 of Takeover
“Don’t forget pigheaded and stubborn.” Michael took Sam’s hands in his. “And if we’re talking flaws—I get a kick out of flogging people, then fucking them.”
Warmth ran up Sam’s spine. “That’s a flaw?”
Michael grinned. “Only to some.”
But not to Sam. Calm settled into him, chasing away the remaining wisps of terror. What he’d said the night before was true. Michael brought peace, and into that space, that freedom, Sam let the sparks of excitement catch fire. A gamble? Oh yes. For both of them.
“Let’s try.” He pulled Michael closer. “Once I’m not your boss, once this merger is behind us, let’s give this a shot. I’ll stay in Pittsburgh. Start something new.” He was shaking. “It’s nuts, but you’re right. Everything I said, everything I say”—Sam reached up, removed Michael’s glasses, and set them on the bed—“means nothing if I’m not with you.” He cupped his hand around the back of Michael’s head and tugged him into a kiss.
And this time, he was in charge, probing, thrusting, demanding. In response, Michael wrapped his arms around Sam and pressed fingers against the welts on his back.
Sam moaned, and deepened the kiss. His cock stirred.
Michael broke the kiss. “Are you sure?”
He pressed his forehead against Michael’s collarbone. “I want to be. Help me be. Teach me to be.”
“I can do that.” Michael pushed him back onto the bed, and crawled on top. They touched and explored and kissed—not in frantic need, but slowly, tenderly, until they were both hard and panting. Sam’s back sang, his nerves reminding him of the night before. If only there were time for a repeat. He glanced at the clock and stilled.
Michael followed suit, squinting. “What?”
“There’s still time for the coffee you promised.”
Michael found his glasses and looked again. “More than enough.”
Sam pulled him close and nibbled his ear. “And I also need you inside me again. Figured we can multitask on sex and cleanup.” He felt Michael tremble for a second, before Michael pulled their hips together, his shaft answering Sam’s need.
“Practical.” Michael rocked his hips, his cock brushing against Sam’s. “And this time we have condoms and lube.”
Perfect. They pulled each other off the bed and stumbled toward the bathroom.
The world could wait for now. Everything else, Sam would figure out later.
* * *
Michael had expectedSam to be assertive after the heart-to-heart, but not quite this aggressive. Sam rammed Michael against the door to the hotel bathroom, locked his fingers in Michael’s hair and pulled him down into a kiss that curled Michael’s toes and very nearly had Michael onhisknees at Sam’s feet.
Someday, he’d do that—just to see Sam’s reaction—but not today.
Sam broke the kiss. “I hope you have condoms and lube in the bathroom already.” He nipped at Michael’s collarbone. “Because I don’t want to let you go.”
Fuck. “They’re in the duffel.” Well, the condoms, anyway. The bottle of lube was probably somewhere on the floor from last night.
Sam’s nip turned painful. “Then, go get them.”
An order? Michael tangled his fingers into Sam’s hair and yanked his head back, not too hard, but enough to serve as a reminder of who was in charge—at least in the bedroom.
Sam gasped, moaned, and melted against Michael.
“Care to rephrase that?” He smiled down into Sam’s lust-filled face.
Oh, the wicked light in those blue eyes. “Please go and get the condoms and lube?”
“Why?”
Sam rocked his cock against Michael’s. “So you can fuck me until I can’t see straight?”
“With pleasure.” He pressed a kiss to Sam’s exposed neck, then let him straighten up. “Wait here.”
