Chapter 8 #3
He didn’t bother asking if Sami had prepped—he better had to waltz in like he did—but slicked him right up, teasing a finger inside of him.
Baz loved warming up his partners, getting to know their bodies, finding the spot that made the eyes roll into their head.
Sami moaned when Baz pushed another finger inside of him, scissoring him open. The resistance eased away quickly; Baz had half a mind to surrender caution and claim him already, to play as dirty as Sami did with him—but much as he hated the guy, he didn’t want to injure him.
Sami cranked his head over his shoulder, revealing hooded eyes and a flushed face. “Are you gonna finger me all day or are you going to fuck me already?”
On second thought. Screw caution.
Baz aligned his dick and pushed into the tight heat. Sami hissed, but after that declaration, Baz kept going until he was buried balls-deep inside of him. The pressure clenching down on him made him see stars. Oh, he had needed this more than he had realized.
He closed his eyes, drew a deep breath for his body to settle down. Sami had challenged his honor; Baz would be damned if he didn’t give all he had.
He followed Sami’s reactions like a treasure map, watched what turned his knuckles white against the navy sheets. Every moan was a victory that spurred Baz on to go faster, harder.
Sami steadied himself palm-first against the headboard. His luscious curls bounced with every thrust. His rapid breaths were in perfect sync with their rhythm.
When Baz reached around to jerk him off too, Sami threw his head back with a loud, heartfelt moan that rippled through Baz. So fucking beautiful.
Sami’s body twitched and clenched down on his dick. Everything inside of Baz drew together before it exploded. He came harder than he had in a long time. Perhaps ever.
They collapsed on the mattress together. Baz rolled off him immediately. Sami flopped onto his back, chest heaving, wearing only a blissed-out, open-mouthed smile that made him look soft, sweet even… No, not sweet. Just worn out. Because Baz had worn him out.
Oh god.
The orgasmic fog cleared out of his brain. How could he let this happen? What now? He waited for regret to set in and taunt him for his recklessness—
“I love it when I’m right about people,” Sami panted. “You really are the worst.”
And Baz cachinnated at the sheer ridiculousness of that man. If this was Sami having a bad time, he needed to see him enjoy himself. They had even come at nearly the same time! When did that ever happen in real life?
Sami turned onto his elbow. “Wow, I got you to fuck me and laugh at my jokes? I’ll say, Mr. Hadley, are you starting to like me?”
“Not a chance. But you do have a nice ass, I will admit that.”
“Thank you. And good. Don’t you dare fall in love with me.”
Like there was anything lovable about Sami. “Never.”
“I expect nothing less from the guy who wouldn’t buy me a drink.”
“Geez, you’re really hung up on that drink.”
“Eh, yes? This could have happened Friday if you had played your cards right.”
Hard to argue with that, though that had hardly been Baz’s fault. “You do the weirdest flirting.”
“Excuse me! Do you realize how hard it is to flirt with a guy as rude as you? I wanna see you try that.”
“So why did you? No one forced you, right?” Unless he had lied about Ian’s involvement…
Sami shrugged one shoulder. “I love a challenge.”
Funny. So did Baz.
The scars on Sami’s arm shimmered under the light. Baz’s fingers tingled with the urge to feel their smoothness once more. He curled them into a fist. Meaningless sex was one thing; touching outside of it was another.
“Anyway. This was fun, but I should get going,” Sami declared through a yawn.
Baz sat up. Already? “You’re not trying to stay the night and, I don’t know, snoop around?”
“Is there something for me to uncover?”
“Like I’d tell you that. I just thought—”
“Trust me, Baz, if I stayed the night, neither of us would get any sleep.” Sami winked and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
“Is that a promise?” Baz bit his lips shut. Idiot.
“It is. For next time.”
He was just going to assume there’d be a next time?
Baz also had a say in that—Sami bent forward to pick up his pants, his beautiful ass on full display.
Baz swallowed. Well, why close that door completely, right?
Sami hadn’t once asked about the case, no sensitive information had been exchanged. No harm done.
“That’s presumptuous,” Baz said nonetheless, to remind both of them that he was in control of this too.
“What can I say, I’m confident. Try not to miss me too much in the meantime.”
“Won’t be an issue.” He put on his silky wine-red robe and walked Sami to the door. Better to see him out than risk him hiding away and spending the night going through Baz’s stuff after all.
“Can I order you a taxi or something? Make up for the pain of the spilled coffee?”
Sami’s kiss-swollen lips curled into a soft smile. “Aww. Look at you being a gentleman.”
“Shut up. I don’t know what hole you live in. If you get murdered, they’ll find my DNA on you.” There were no innocent explanations for that.
“I’ll manage. But thanks,” Sami chuckled. Two fingers traced along Baz’s jaw. “Goodnight, honey.” Sami flicked his chin. What was wrong with him?
“You’re insufferable.” So why did Baz have to fight the corners of his mouth to stay in place?
“So you’ve said. See you tomorrow, Baz.”
After a last, lingering look, Sami let himself out and slammed the door shut with no respect for other people’s property or the late hour. What a piece of work.
Baz’s eyes got caught on the white envelope, abandoned on the kitchen counter. Right, that. Time to find out just how much Sami had screwed him.
Baz ripped it open and pulled out the pages.
No header from the firm, no address. Not even a handwritten note. Just two blank sheets of paper.
What the hell?