Chapter （Untitled）
After showering, combing back his hair, and dabbing just a hint of cologne between his collarbones, Peter headed into his walk-in closet to get dressed. He traced his fingers over his suits, naked except for his boxer briefs, and considered his options.
His suits made him look imposing and formal, but formal wasn’t really what Peter was going for. He wanted something intimate and provocative—and none of his suits fit that bill.
He wanted Chad drooling at the sight of him.
Moving away from the impeccably constructed suits, bypassing his few pairs of jeans and casual slacks, Peter headed over to his collection of fetish wear. Reaching out to touch smooth leather, he pulled out the third pair of pants on the shelf in front of him.
These would do. Stepping into the supple leather pants, pulling them up over his muscular legs, Peter grinned at himself in the mirror. The pants weren’t indecently tight, but they showed off his ass, thighs, and package to perfection.
Peter paired the pants with a heavy pair of motorcycle boots, an unassuming belt, and a clingy black cashmere sweater that felt like he was being hugged by a teddy bear.
Neither the sweater nor the pants were something he’d wear if he wasn’t trying to get laid or doing a scene.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Peter admired the outfit even as he wondered if it was too much. He decided it wasn’t.
Heading out, Peter selected one of his nicer wool coats before taking the elevator down to his car.
He decided against wearing a leather jacket with the pants, figuring he was already pushing things.
If Chad wasn’t open to moving beyond slightly rough and controlling sex and getting kinky, showing up looking like he’d come to take him away to his sex dungeon probably wasn’t the best idea.
Cock pressing against the front of his pants so hard it almost hurt, Peter started the car and drove out of the garage.
He was going to make Chad pay for getting him worked up like this, and the young alpha was going to love every second of it.
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