Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
I point to the box on the coffee table. “Those are my new designs. Show me how they look on the sexiest man I’ve ever known.”
He stands, and I sink deeper into the couch, legs spread as I watch him.
He saunters to the edge of the table, a glint in his eyes. “These are all for me, Mr. Rodman?” he asks, seeming to savor how my name feels on his tongue.
I run my hand along the front of my erection. “You’ve shown the world how you looked in my designs. Why don’t you show me?”
In a heartbeat, he whips off his polo shirt and drops it on the floor. Next, he unsnaps the top button on his jeans, shoves them down, and kicks off his socks. He stands in my home in only his tight teal boxer briefs, the Rafe Rodman logo at the waistline.
In that color, he’s a blank canvas for fucking.
Gunnar runs a hand over the bulge. “You like these? You want them on a little longer?”
I groan as pleasure trips through my veins. “Take them off. Let me see how much it turns you on to wear my designs.”
He slides the briefs down his legs, his hard cock springing free. He curls his palm around his shaft, and I lick my lips, my mouth watering at the sight of him. His cock is long and proud, jutting out from a thick patch of hair I want to bury my face in.
He leans over, grabs a pair of my new designs from the coffee table, then slides them on. The devil on the front is big—and it’s perfect for the man I want to do all sorts of wicked things to.
“You want to sin with me, Rafe?” he asks, raising his eyebrows, a smile twisting his lush lips.
“All. Night. Long.”
Filthy sincerity shines in his blue irises. “I’m holding you to it.”
“But first, model them for me,” I command.
He spins around, giving me a fantastic view of his firm ass, then smacks a hand on one cheek, then the other, glancing back at me with mischief in his eyes.
Dear God. He will be the death of me tonight. And then again when I let him go.
“Now another,” I tell him.
He slides off the devil pair, grabs another, then tugs them on. He’s slow and sexy, teasing, taunting as he shows off the cherry-red briefs with a heart design. He rubs his hand over his bulge. “How do I look, Mr. Rodman?”
“So good.” I stand, closing the distance between us, and pull them off him. I reach between his legs and wrap a hand around his shaft, my eyes floating closed in pleasure. “It’s been too long since I’ve touched your cock.”
Gunnar groans. “I know, and it feels incredible.”
“Bet it’ll feel better when my cock is buried deep in your body,” I rasp, then squeeze him tight. “And you’re going to beg me to fuck you harder.”
“I’ll beg you now, babe,” he says, rocking into my palm.
“Gunnar, do you know what my biggest sin is?”
“I don’t, but I’m dying for your confession.”
I squeeze his cock again; he’s hard as granite, throbbing with vitality. This beautiful, hungry, needy cock. “It’s a terrible sin that I haven’t sucked your cock yet,” I say.
“But you can find forgiveness on your knees,” he says.
He struts to the couch, sinks onto the fine cushion, spreads his muscular legs, and puts on another show. Moving his hands down his chest, he plays with his nipples, teasing the peaks.
My throat rumbles as his hands travel along the ladder of his carved abs. Lust has me in its clutches—it nearly consumes me when Gunnar grips his thick shaft and pushes it toward me.
I’m ready to pounce. To drop down on his dick with my mouth. To get on my knees and suck him off completely. He seems to know it as he growls, “I’m ready to make amends, Rafe.”
But I don’t lose control that easily.
I shake my head. “That’s not how I intend to suck your cock.”
“How exactly are you going to suck me then?”
I point to the bedroom. “Go to my bed now.”
He scrambles to his feet and takes off.
33
PALACE FOR SIN
Gunnar
I walk into Rafe’s bedroom, I stop in the doorway and drink in the palace for sin. The sheets on the man’s king-size bed are pristine white. The padded headboard is a silver-gray fabric, framed by slats.
The duvet is all white, too, and there’s something amusing about the color. Nothing innocent is going to take place in this bedroom tonight.
Rafe comes up behind me, presses his chest to my back, and drops his lips to my neck. His mouth travels along my skin and up to nip on my earlobe. “Get on your hands and knees and raise that beautiful ass for me.”
I get on all fours, lust charging down my spine.