wasn’t to get laid or to indulge his curiosity.
Sean’s boss expected a stack of proposals on his desk first thing Monday morning, each outlining the best location for the new casino. Sean intended to make his impossible to refuse. And considering the fact that Hard Delights was a piece of heaven nestled inside a lush forest untouched by modern development, he knew his idea would practically sell itself. A promotion would surely follow, as would the respect of his colleagues and his boss’s grudging admiration.
Sean was so absorbed in assessing the viability of the land, he didn’t notice he’d drifted off from his friends until Richard’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. “What’s going on with you? We’ve been looking for you for ten minutes.”
“Frank thought you’d gone off for a quickie.” Steve wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “But I knew better.”
Sean gestured excitedly around him. “This is going to work, I know it is. I’ve got the meeting in the bag. I just need to --”
“The only thing you should have in your bag is a cupful of cum waiting to spurt all over some guy’s ass. That’s why we’re here, Sean.”
Heat traveled up Sean’s neck and settled into his cheeks. He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the furious blush and the distressing fact that Richard’s crude words had made his cock twitch painfully against his jeans.
“No, that’s why you’re here, Richard. I’m along because you guys would have dragged me out of the house if you’d had to bind and gag me first.”
Richard held up his thumb and index finger. “We were this close.”
“Well, this is important to me. I need this promotion. I’m tired of running around fetching coffee and picking up dry cleaning. And furthermore --”
The rest of his words were lost in a blissful haze of confusion as a man shoved his way between Richard and Frank. He broke through the group of friends as though he had every right to, stopping only a few inches away from Sean.
He stood so close, Sean could feel the heat drifting off him, smell the mouthwatering scent of his maleness. And then he smiled, the crooked, confident grin making Sean’s knees weaken.
Before Sean could make enough sense of his muddled thoughts to form a coherent sentence, the man pressed a piece of paper into his hand. His palm was hot against Sean’s skin, sending a blazing stream of heat skidding across his nerve endings.
“What’s this?” Sean managed to rasp.
“Your mission, should you choose to accept it.”
By the time Sean had gathered his wits about him enough to reply, it was too late. The man was already moving, drifting through the eager crowd without so much as a backward glance over his shoulder.
The sea of onlookers parted before him, their excited whispers echoing in his wake. Some even pointed, while others licked their lips, barely contained desire lighting their eyes.
Sean’s fist tightened around the paper. His heart beat wildly against his ribcage, and his tongue swept out to lick his suddenly dry lips.
The man was the stuff Sean’s wet dreams were made of. Calm and confident, he’d walked through the crowd as though he owned the place. Standing before Sean so arrogantly sure of himself, he’d looked almost elegant, in a don’t-mess-with-me kind of way.
Sean had gotten a glimpse at the hard length of the man’s body encased in a black T-shirt and tight black pants. His blond hair was cropped short close to his ears. Beneath well-formed brows, startling blue eyes dominated a face that Sean could only describe as so symmetrical to border on unnatural.
Perfect . He was fucking perfect.
“Well? What’s it say?” Richard’s eyes were wider than Sean had ever seen them.
He shook his head and tightened his hold on the note. He wasn’t ready to look. “I don’t know. Who was that guy?”
Richard snorted. “You’d think with all your research , you’d know Brad Hennessy when you met him.”
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Sean’s boss expected a stack of proposals on his desk first thing Monday morning, each outlining the best location for the new casino. Sean intended to make his impossible to refuse. And considering the fact that Hard Delights was a piece of heaven nestled inside a lush forest untouched by modern development, he knew his idea would practically sell itself. A promotion would surely follow, as would the respect of his colleagues and his boss’s grudging admiration.
Sean was so absorbed in assessing the viability of the land, he didn’t notice he’d drifted off from his friends until Richard’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. “What’s going on with you? We’ve been looking for you for ten minutes.”
“Frank thought you’d gone off for a quickie.” Steve wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “But I knew better.”
Sean gestured excitedly around him. “This is going to work, I know it is. I’ve got the meeting in the bag. I just need to --”
“The only thing you should have in your bag is a cupful of cum waiting to spurt all over some guy’s ass. That’s why we’re here, Sean.”
Heat traveled up Sean’s neck and settled into his cheeks. He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the furious blush and the distressing fact that Richard’s crude words had made his cock twitch painfully against his jeans.
“No, that’s why you’re here, Richard. I’m along because you guys would have dragged me out of the house if you’d had to bind and gag me first.”
Richard held up his thumb and index finger. “We were this close.”
“Well, this is important to me. I need this promotion. I’m tired of running around fetching coffee and picking up dry cleaning. And furthermore --”
The rest of his words were lost in a blissful haze of confusion as a man shoved his way between Richard and Frank. He broke through the group of friends as though he had every right to, stopping only a few inches away from Sean.
He stood so close, Sean could feel the heat drifting off him, smell the mouthwatering scent of his maleness. And then he smiled, the crooked, confident grin making Sean’s knees weaken.
Before Sean could make enough sense of his muddled thoughts to form a coherent sentence, the man pressed a piece of paper into his hand. His palm was hot against Sean’s skin, sending a blazing stream of heat skidding across his nerve endings.
“What’s this?” Sean managed to rasp.
“Your mission, should you choose to accept it.”
By the time Sean had gathered his wits about him enough to reply, it was too late. The man was already moving, drifting through the eager crowd without so much as a backward glance over his shoulder.
The sea of onlookers parted before him, their excited whispers echoing in his wake. Some even pointed, while others licked their lips, barely contained desire lighting their eyes.
Sean’s fist tightened around the paper. His heart beat wildly against his ribcage, and his tongue swept out to lick his suddenly dry lips.
The man was the stuff Sean’s wet dreams were made of. Calm and confident, he’d walked through the crowd as though he owned the place. Standing before Sean so arrogantly sure of himself, he’d looked almost elegant, in a don’t-mess-with-me kind of way.
Sean had gotten a glimpse at the hard length of the man’s body encased in a black T-shirt and tight black pants. His blond hair was cropped short close to his ears. Beneath well-formed brows, startling blue eyes dominated a face that Sean could only describe as so symmetrical to border on unnatural.
Perfect . He was fucking perfect.
“Well? What’s it say?” Richard’s eyes were wider than Sean had ever seen them.
He shook his head and tightened his hold on the note. He wasn’t ready to look. “I don’t know. Who was that guy?”
Richard snorted. “You’d think with all your research , you’d know Brad Hennessy when you met him.”
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