Page 46 of Takeover
“More of you. More time. More of us.”
“A relationship?”
And there it was. Everything Sam had been dancing around since Curaçao. The one thing he could not have, not with his career, not with his nomadic life. “Yes.”
“And here I thought you only wanted me for my sense of style.” Amusement in Michael’s voice and a touch of something else, too. Approval?
Sam shivered. “What style? Parrots? Please.” Did Michael want what he did?
“You like the suit well enough.” Michael nipped Sam’s earlobe before whispering into his ear. “Is it the sex, then?”
“Not just the sex.” He paused. “Though at the moment, a good fuck would be just fine.” He was so damn hard it hurt.
Michael’s laugh rippled through Sam’s body, turning the desire twisting in his core into fire. Michael slid his hands down to Sam’s ass and pulled their bodies together. There was no mistaking the hard length of Michael’s shaft pressed against Sam’s belly.
“You’ll get more than that,” Michael said, right before he devoured Sam’s mouth.
Sam yielded to the deep kiss, opening to the thrust of Michael’s tongue before turning the tables and kissing back just as hard. Michael tasted of spice and wine. So close, the smell of the leather suspenders and linen sent Sam reeling into fantasies of different kinds of leather and cloth.
Michael pulled Sam up until their cocks slid against each other through their clothes. Sam didn’t register that Michael had picked him up until his back met the wall and he wrapped his legs around Michael. Braced against unforgiving plaster, Sam thrust, bulge to bulge, all while Michael explored Sam’s mouth.
Sam couldn’t even moan under the onslaught of pleasure spinning through his body. Dry humping would get him off at this rate.
Michael broke the kiss. “I need you naked.”
Sam didn’t hide the shudder that ran through him. “Good.”
Back on his feet, Sam stripped without care or thought. He kicked his Italian hand-tailored suit away, followed by his shirt, shoes, socks, and underwear. Michael remained dressed, which was just fine. “I do like the suit. You should wear one more often.”
Michael stood out of reach, his arms crossed and the outline of his hard-on visible in his slacks. He chuckled.
Oh to wrap his lips around that. “Although it would be distracting to see you like this every day.”
“It would be interesting”—Michael uncrossed his arms and removed the distance between them—“to see your reaction at work.” Michael ran his hands over Sam’s chest, sending chills down his arms and up into his brain. Goosebumps rose when Michael circled Sam’s right nipple, then brushed his thumb over it. When Michael gripped the nub hard, a sharp shock of pain went straight to Sam’s balls. Chill turned to fire.
He did moan this time.
“I thought you might like that.” Michael found Sam’s other nipple and applied the same pressure.
It was as if the world became both darker and brighter at the same time. Electrifying. Michael’s devilish smile wavered in Sam’s vision and his mouth turned dry. He gasped for air, suspended between wanting to pull away and wanting to beg for more.
Michael’s voice brought him back to earth. “Kiss me.”
Sam went up on his toes, thrust his tongue into Michael’s willing mouth and was rewarded with more pressure on his nipples. The sweetness of the pain almost drove him to his knees. That would have been fine by him.
Michael broke the kiss and loosened his hold. “I have something I’d like you to try.”
The words themselves were innocent enough, but in Michael’s gravelly voice they took on a tone that made Sam tremble, part from desire and part from fear. He followed Michael to the foot of the bed and sat where Michael pointed.
From a duffel bag on the coffee table, Michael pulled out a thin, silver-colored chain with heavier ends—clamps. Sam sucked in air and sparks danced across his skin from his ass to his toes.
Michael’s wicked expression was half a smile and half the look of a hungry predator. “You know how to stop me.”
Sam did. He resisted the temptation to strain toward Michael, beg for the pain, the desire, the security, and the calm in his mind that came when his senses were overwhelmed.
Michael applied a clamp and it was all Sam could do to remain sitting upright. The pressure turned to a thousand needles piercing his skin, insistent and hot like a burn. Lightning flashed up his spine to his head, hazing his vision and tightening his balls. “Oh fuck.” It took several breaths to get a hold on the pain—and then the bastard placed the other clamp. Sam wanted to double over, but Michael pulled him up and took his mouth again.
Sam answered by digging his fingers into Michael’s arms and pushing his tongue into the heat of Michael’s mouth. The moan from Michael sweetened the agony radiating through Sam’s body and turned it into a silky pleasure.
