well. I bet he sneaked out in the middle of the night after realizing how used your ass was.”
He needed to lead the man on, to catch every damning word on tape. He could kick the fool’s ass later. Shifting closer, he ran a fingertip over Donnie’s chest. “Sounds like someone is jealous.” He flicked his fingernail over a tightly peaked nipple. “Is that because I might be getting some dick and you’re not, or is it because you want to be the man giving it to me?”
Donnie’s head tipped back with a groan. He ran his hand down the taut plane of his stomach, pausing at the edge off his shorts. “Fuck.”
“Hmmm, I bet you would love that. The feel of another male’s body against yours? Is that the reason you followed me?”
Donnie nodded and his hips canted forward. “Touch me!”
“Patience, we’ll get there.” He rubbed his thumb in small circles over the skin just above Donnie’s waistband. “So you saw me with—” He couldn’t bring himself to say Isaiah’s name. What they had was beautiful and he wasn’t going to dirty it, even for a confession from Donnie. “The chef. Ever think he might’ve been cooking for me to pay off a favor?”
“Oh, no. I saw you with him just before I went in to get the replacement for the soup my stupid bitch of a wife burned. After he groped you in front of the restaurant, there’s no way you were paying. He was taking his fee out in trade.” Donnie jerked when Sean pinched him. “You were letting him fuck you so he’d cook your meal for the board.”
He chuckled, nipping Donnie’s ear, smirking. Donnie shivered in reaction. “Hmmm, and that’s why you had to have some of his cooking? Because you were afraid I’d end up with the better meal?”
“Of course, he’s a fucking three-star chef. My wife is a good cook, but she’s no match for him. I couldn’t chance it.”
“So did you get your replacement soup?” He edged his fingers under the waistband of Donnie’s shorts.
“Yeah. Dhanajit said it was the best soup he’d tasted in ages. For fuck’s sake, touch me!”
Sean drew his hands back, stepping away. “I don’t fuck liars, Donnie.” Pulling the small recorder from his pocket, he waved it under the other man’s nose. “Gotcha.”
Donnie paused for a second then flushed deep red. “Gimme that!” He lunged at him as Nico walked out of the sauna with Tlotzin and Dhanajit. All three had towels wrapped around their waists. The thin set of Nico’s lips made pretty clear just how unhappy he was. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize he and the two other partners had overheard their conversation.
The partners closed in. Donnie’s voice rose. “He made me say those things. He touched me, tempted me with his wicked ways—”
“Shut the hell up! You’re already in enough trouble!” Tlotzin glared at his nephew.
Sean stopped them as they escorted Donnie toward the private dressing room. “Just to set the record straight.” His eyes met Donnie’s. “The only reason I let Isaiah fuck me is because I happen to be in love with him. Not to win some partnership. I’d rather start my own firm than use him that way.”
Chapter Eleven
“Just to set the record straight…the only reason I let Isaiah fuck me is because I happen to be in love with him. Not to win some partnership. I’d rather start my own firm than use him that way.”
Sean’s voice faded away when Nico shut off the small recorder on his desk. Isaiah shifted in the leather chair in front of sleek modern monstrosity the other man sat behind, uncomfortable with the rising emotions in the room. He was too close to where he might run into a certain lawyer. He glanced at the door nervously. It’d only been a couple days since he’d told Sean to stay away from him, and now he was in Sean’s territory. It’s been two shitty ones, but at least he’s doing what I asked. I shouldn’t bitch. But that’s not why I’m here .
He drummed his
He needed to lead the man on, to catch every damning word on tape. He could kick the fool’s ass later. Shifting closer, he ran a fingertip over Donnie’s chest. “Sounds like someone is jealous.” He flicked his fingernail over a tightly peaked nipple. “Is that because I might be getting some dick and you’re not, or is it because you want to be the man giving it to me?”
Donnie’s head tipped back with a groan. He ran his hand down the taut plane of his stomach, pausing at the edge off his shorts. “Fuck.”
“Hmmm, I bet you would love that. The feel of another male’s body against yours? Is that the reason you followed me?”
Donnie nodded and his hips canted forward. “Touch me!”
“Patience, we’ll get there.” He rubbed his thumb in small circles over the skin just above Donnie’s waistband. “So you saw me with—” He couldn’t bring himself to say Isaiah’s name. What they had was beautiful and he wasn’t going to dirty it, even for a confession from Donnie. “The chef. Ever think he might’ve been cooking for me to pay off a favor?”
“Oh, no. I saw you with him just before I went in to get the replacement for the soup my stupid bitch of a wife burned. After he groped you in front of the restaurant, there’s no way you were paying. He was taking his fee out in trade.” Donnie jerked when Sean pinched him. “You were letting him fuck you so he’d cook your meal for the board.”
He chuckled, nipping Donnie’s ear, smirking. Donnie shivered in reaction. “Hmmm, and that’s why you had to have some of his cooking? Because you were afraid I’d end up with the better meal?”
“Of course, he’s a fucking three-star chef. My wife is a good cook, but she’s no match for him. I couldn’t chance it.”
“So did you get your replacement soup?” He edged his fingers under the waistband of Donnie’s shorts.
“Yeah. Dhanajit said it was the best soup he’d tasted in ages. For fuck’s sake, touch me!”
Sean drew his hands back, stepping away. “I don’t fuck liars, Donnie.” Pulling the small recorder from his pocket, he waved it under the other man’s nose. “Gotcha.”
Donnie paused for a second then flushed deep red. “Gimme that!” He lunged at him as Nico walked out of the sauna with Tlotzin and Dhanajit. All three had towels wrapped around their waists. The thin set of Nico’s lips made pretty clear just how unhappy he was. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize he and the two other partners had overheard their conversation.
The partners closed in. Donnie’s voice rose. “He made me say those things. He touched me, tempted me with his wicked ways—”
“Shut the hell up! You’re already in enough trouble!” Tlotzin glared at his nephew.
Sean stopped them as they escorted Donnie toward the private dressing room. “Just to set the record straight.” His eyes met Donnie’s. “The only reason I let Isaiah fuck me is because I happen to be in love with him. Not to win some partnership. I’d rather start my own firm than use him that way.”
Chapter Eleven
“Just to set the record straight…the only reason I let Isaiah fuck me is because I happen to be in love with him. Not to win some partnership. I’d rather start my own firm than use him that way.”
Sean’s voice faded away when Nico shut off the small recorder on his desk. Isaiah shifted in the leather chair in front of sleek modern monstrosity the other man sat behind, uncomfortable with the rising emotions in the room. He was too close to where he might run into a certain lawyer. He glanced at the door nervously. It’d only been a couple days since he’d told Sean to stay away from him, and now he was in Sean’s territory. It’s been two shitty ones, but at least he’s doing what I asked. I shouldn’t bitch. But that’s not why I’m here .
He drummed his
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