nerves. Since when did he ever get nervous about
taking a man to a hotel? Hell, he was a pro at it.
“You’ve
got big plans for yourself tonight?”
Noah
met his eyes. “Not really. I thought I’d go home and enjoy take out since I
couldn’t afford this damn lobster, but now my plans have changed.” He shrugged.
He didn’t add the part about the plan to have mediocre sex.
Tanner
studied him, deliberately taking his time which made Noah squirm. Noah didn’t
know much about business, but he supposed that careful consideration had at
least a little to do with his success. He didn’t look like a man that made poor
decisions regularly.
Tanner
pulled out his wallet and grabbed the pen inside his jacket pocket. After
scribbling something on the card, he handed it to Noah. “An alternative, if
you’re willing.”
Before
Noah could comment, Tanner stood and went to talk with another guy in a suit. Noah
glanced down at the card. On the back was an address. Lifting his attention to
Tanner, who seemed to have forgotten all about Noah’s existence, he studied the
billionaire’s back. An invitation to his apartment in the city. What the hell
did he do now?
Chapter Two
Tanner Lachlan stepped out of the elevator and
onto the floor of his penthouse apartment. He smiled when he saw the model,
Noah, leaning casually against the wall. He was fucking sexy for a pretty boy,
but he didn’t have that normal model demeanor. The light-brown hair accented
his blue-gray eyes while the cheap suit, white shirt and black tie looked
fucking delicious on him. He stared at the model for a minute, electricity
sparking between them. It had been a risk to invite him to his penthouse. A calculated
risk, but a risk nonetheless. He didn’t normally afford strange men the luxury
of knowing where he lived.
Tanner
went to the keypad, unlocked the door, and held it open for Noah. The model
didn’t say anything as he stepped inside the room, glancing around at the
décor. Tanner followed him, taking a few steps inside before he grabbed Noah
and pushed him up against the wall.
Crashing
his mouth against the Noah’s, Tanner didn’t waste any time with the getting-to-know-you-bullshit.
A hard body lay hidden underneath the cheap suit and he wanted to see it. To
explore and taste. Noah’s lips parted and Tanner deepened the kiss. The wine
still lingered on his tongue and it made for a damn sexy aphrodisiac. Tanner
nipped at Noah’s lower lip before smoothing his tongue along to ease the bite
of pain. He tasted good. So fucking good.
Tanner
pushed Noah’s jacket off and it dropped with a thud to the hardwood floor. He
pulled back slightly and scraped his teeth along Noah’s chin before kissing and
licking his way down his neck. He loosened the tie and tossed it to the floor,
working on Noah’s shirt next.
“Do
you always tackle your guests when they walk in the door?” Noah asked helping
him with the buttons.
“What?
You wanted a nightcap and light conversation first?” Tanner tore Noah’s shirt
open and shoved it off his arms. Noah gave him a sexy little smile.
The
man had a great body. Perfect, really. He wanted to lick every inch of it.
Tanner stared at Noah, breaths coming in shallow pants before Noah cupped the
back of his head and dragged him to his mouth. He rushed to get Noah’s pants
undone, then shoved them down to his knees. Glancing down, he took in the tight
black boxer-briefs with a nice hard cock hidden beneath. He cupped him through
the shorts and squeezed.
“You
really want to talk about our hopes and dreams?” Tanner licked at the shell of
Noah’s ear. “Especially when there are far better uses for my mouth?”
Noah’s
hands rested on Tanner’s shoulders. “No. I wasn’t complaining.”
Tanner
pressed a kiss to the side of Noah’s neck. “Good.”
He
slipped his hand inside Noah’s underwear and wrapped his fingers around the
man’s cock. He had a thing for models. It pissed him off
taking a man to a hotel? Hell, he was a pro at it.
“You’ve
got big plans for yourself tonight?”
Noah
met his eyes. “Not really. I thought I’d go home and enjoy take out since I
couldn’t afford this damn lobster, but now my plans have changed.” He shrugged.
He didn’t add the part about the plan to have mediocre sex.
Tanner
studied him, deliberately taking his time which made Noah squirm. Noah didn’t
know much about business, but he supposed that careful consideration had at
least a little to do with his success. He didn’t look like a man that made poor
decisions regularly.
Tanner
pulled out his wallet and grabbed the pen inside his jacket pocket. After
scribbling something on the card, he handed it to Noah. “An alternative, if
you’re willing.”
Before
Noah could comment, Tanner stood and went to talk with another guy in a suit. Noah
glanced down at the card. On the back was an address. Lifting his attention to
Tanner, who seemed to have forgotten all about Noah’s existence, he studied the
billionaire’s back. An invitation to his apartment in the city. What the hell
did he do now?
Chapter Two
Tanner Lachlan stepped out of the elevator and
onto the floor of his penthouse apartment. He smiled when he saw the model,
Noah, leaning casually against the wall. He was fucking sexy for a pretty boy,
but he didn’t have that normal model demeanor. The light-brown hair accented
his blue-gray eyes while the cheap suit, white shirt and black tie looked
fucking delicious on him. He stared at the model for a minute, electricity
sparking between them. It had been a risk to invite him to his penthouse. A calculated
risk, but a risk nonetheless. He didn’t normally afford strange men the luxury
of knowing where he lived.
Tanner
went to the keypad, unlocked the door, and held it open for Noah. The model
didn’t say anything as he stepped inside the room, glancing around at the
décor. Tanner followed him, taking a few steps inside before he grabbed Noah
and pushed him up against the wall.
Crashing
his mouth against the Noah’s, Tanner didn’t waste any time with the getting-to-know-you-bullshit.
A hard body lay hidden underneath the cheap suit and he wanted to see it. To
explore and taste. Noah’s lips parted and Tanner deepened the kiss. The wine
still lingered on his tongue and it made for a damn sexy aphrodisiac. Tanner
nipped at Noah’s lower lip before smoothing his tongue along to ease the bite
of pain. He tasted good. So fucking good.
Tanner
pushed Noah’s jacket off and it dropped with a thud to the hardwood floor. He
pulled back slightly and scraped his teeth along Noah’s chin before kissing and
licking his way down his neck. He loosened the tie and tossed it to the floor,
working on Noah’s shirt next.
“Do
you always tackle your guests when they walk in the door?” Noah asked helping
him with the buttons.
“What?
You wanted a nightcap and light conversation first?” Tanner tore Noah’s shirt
open and shoved it off his arms. Noah gave him a sexy little smile.
The
man had a great body. Perfect, really. He wanted to lick every inch of it.
Tanner stared at Noah, breaths coming in shallow pants before Noah cupped the
back of his head and dragged him to his mouth. He rushed to get Noah’s pants
undone, then shoved them down to his knees. Glancing down, he took in the tight
black boxer-briefs with a nice hard cock hidden beneath. He cupped him through
the shorts and squeezed.
“You
really want to talk about our hopes and dreams?” Tanner licked at the shell of
Noah’s ear. “Especially when there are far better uses for my mouth?”
Noah’s
hands rested on Tanner’s shoulders. “No. I wasn’t complaining.”
Tanner
pressed a kiss to the side of Noah’s neck. “Good.”
He
slipped his hand inside Noah’s underwear and wrapped his fingers around the
man’s cock. He had a thing for models. It pissed him off
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