Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 65370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Riley would have to get settled at some point. But he didn’t think he could face unpacking that evening. He should probably follow his earlier instinct and fuck the hell out of Thorne. Maybe he wouldn’t feel so off balance then.
Thorne glanced Riley’s way, and his expression softened. The smile he gave Riley warmed him, and it showed the promise of what spending every night with this man would be like. It would be worth any trouble stirred up by being in each other’s space.
Riley was just tired and shaken. Starting culinary school and moving in with Thorne in a matter of weeks had taken a lot out of him. There was a whole lot of newness to take in, and none of it felt quite like he’d expected. School wasn’t as useful as he’d hoped, and the butterflies in his stomach were telling him that moving in with Thorne was a really big deal, no matter how hard he tried to deny it.
Finally, the movers brought the last box. Thorne loomed behind Riley as he paid the movers. Riley could feel Thorne’s tension, his desire to jump in and take care of things. A small part of him was annoyed. If he couldn’t even pay for his own movers, how were he and Thorne going to make this work? The rest of him, however, was just eager to remind Thorne how much he liked giving up the type of control he’d exerted during the day, at least once Riley—or rather Dash—pushed him to do it.
Riley realized he’d missed something Mr. Grebler had said to him. How embarrassing to get lost in a fantasy while trying to pay his bill.
Thorne snickered behind him. The bastard. He was asking for a thorough working over.
Riley answered the man’s question sensibly the second time around, and Thorne showed the movers out. With a lascivious smirk, Marc followed close on their heels, wishing Thorne and Riley a lovely night.
Thorne engaged the lock on the penthouse door and glanced around the room, taking in all the boxes. “Shall we start unpacking?”
Riley shook his head.
“No?” Thorne frowned. “There’s a lot to be done.”
Was he already regretting this upheaval in his controlled life? Riley had caused far more change when they first met, and all Thorne had done was ask for more.
“We’re going to ignore all this for now,” Riley said.
Thorne looked up, and Riley could see the exact moment he understood what Riley wanted. “You mean—?”
“Strip and get on the bed,” Riley said.
Thorne tried his best to look annoyed. “We should really—”
“You should really listen to me. I’m tired of boxes and movers and you stepping in to run things. I’m going to bend you over the bed and fuck you until you beg—for more, for me to stop. I don’t care which. I just need your surrender before I can think about unpacking and…all this.” He gestured around the apartment as if a pile of boxes could indicate the major step they were taking.
“It’s…a lot, isn’t it?” Thorne’s voice had lost the confident edge. “More than I imagined.”
Riley almost pretended he thought Thorne was talking about the amount of stuff he had brought—which would be absurd since it really wasn’t much at all. “Yeah, it is, and I can’t think about it right now. All I can think about is how much I want your ass.”
Thorne smiled. “Oh, really?”
“Yes, really.” He gave Thorne a slow once-over. By the time he was done, he could see an impressive bulge in Thorne’s suit pants.
Riley glared at Thorne. “Actually, I changed my mind.”
“I don’t like the sound of that.”
Riley loved the quaver in Thorne’s voice. “It’s your mouth I want first. I want you on your knees, right here, with all this chaos around us.”
Thorne’s eyes widened as Riley closed the distance between them. He unfastened his pants, slowly popping the snap and then lowering the zipper. He paused and rubbed his cock through his briefs. “Remember our first time?”
“Fuck yes.” Thorne was breathless, obviously remembering it in vivid detail.
“I want you like that. You were so damn eager, no matter how much you pretended you weren’t.”
Thorne slipped out of his suit jacket and tossed it over the back of the sofa. He held Riley’s gaze as he sank to his knees in front of him.
“I know you better now,” Thorne said. “I know exactly what you like, how to get you hot. And I’m going to use everything I’ve learned until you not only forget about the boxes, you forget your fucking name.”
“Do it.”
“Put your hands behind your back.”
Riley arched a brow. “You think you’re giving the orders?”
“On this, yes, I do. When I’m done with you, it will be your turn.”
That wasn’t what Riley had planned.
“Go with it,” Thorne whispered as if he knew exactly what Riley was thinking.