Ice Man by KyAnn Waters

congratulations, Brett. This is one for the records. Don’t know how you do it but I’m damn glad you bring me along for the ride.”
    “Good night, James. Go celebrate.” After all, he planned to. He disconnected the call. Normally he wouldn’t leave his computer on or his files open but right now all he wanted was Rowan. He stood from the chair and stalked toward the couch.
    Rowan shifted to sit. “So you take James along for the ride?”
    “Not that kind of ride. He’s my partner in New York. We’ve worked together for years.”
    “Sounds as if he gives you all the credit.”
    Brett shrugged. “It’s my company. I suppose, because the failures are always my fault too, I get credit for our successes.” He didn’t need the spotlight as long as, at the end of the day, he closed the deal and made them all a lot of money. “I’m unusually lucky with money.” He sat next to Rowan. “Not tonight. I was going to lose this deal.” He closed his eyes and dropped his head forward. “There are a lot of people counting on me, expecting me to come through.”
    “Maybe they expect too much from you.” Rowan leaned in and kissed his neck.
    “I expect a lot of myself.”
    “But you’re only responsible for you. Most people want something.” He flicked his tongue against Brett’s skin. “But it’s not always clear what they want.”
    Brett angled his head and Rowan opened his mouth over his flesh. Hot breath caressed his skin, followed by gentle bites and flicks of his tongue. “If you’re right then what do you want from me?” Brett asked.
    “I think that would be obvious.” He pulled back and their eyes locked. “I want to take you to bed.”

Chapter Seven
     
    Brett squinted against the midmorning sun streaming through the window and slashing across the bed. Rowan groaned beside him. There was nothing more erotic than waking next to his lover, leg brushing against leg. In three weeks, he’d only become more accustomed to having Rowan in his home.
    Their schedules complemented each other. Brett worked late and often was still at the computer when Rowan came over after his shift at the club. They’d sleep half the day away then fuck. No, they did more than screw. Rowan was quickly becoming a part of the life he thought he’d never find. A partner. They matched each other’s needs in and out of bed.
    He leaned over and kissed Rowan’s shoulder. Sleepy warmth surrounded him. The scent of Rowan and sex clung to the linen. Brett ran his hands over Rowan’s form from his shoulder, along each rib, over his waist, pausing on his ass. Firm, perfect, mine .
    Rowan groaned in his sleep. He turned onto his back, kept his eyes closed and tried to pull Brett down beside him. “Sleep,” he grumbled.
    Brett chuckled and slid from his arms. “Can’t. You sleep.” Brett needed a hot shower and a cup of coffee. He ran his hands though his hair and crossed to the bathroom.
    Twenty minutes later, he’d showered and pulled on jeans. He had his glasses on, cup of coffee to his left and his computer mouse to his right. The house was quiet. Stocks were up. Life was good. Life was damn good.
    An hour passed and Brett unfurled from the chair. His stomach rumbled. He set his glasses on the desk, rubbed his eyes and headed upstairs to the bedroom. He paused in the doorway. The sheet had slid from the bed. Rowan slept on his stomach, arms pillowed beneath his head. Pressure clamped on Brett’s chest. He swallowed the lump in his throat, wondering how he’d fallen in love in less than a month.
    He stripped out of his jeans. His cock bobbed against his stomach, thick and solid. Slowing his breaths, he quietly stalked across the room. He didn’t want Rowan waking yet. His knee dipped the bed. Rowan shifted and rolled over. Brett froze. This was even better. He finished crawling onto the mattress.
    Rowan’s cock lay limp against his pelvis. Brett carefully positioned next to him. Without touching, he leaned over, curled