Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
He felt more than heard Gadiel move before soft lips pressed against his cheek. “Thank you,” Gadiel murmured.
Will turned his head. “For what?” he said, meeting his gaze.
“For trying to make me feel better,” Gadiel said. His eyes were lighter, the bleak, miserable look in them gone. His lips curled slightly. “Misery does love company.”
Will let out a laugh. “Glad I could help.”
Gadiel grinned and pecked him on the cheek again. “You did,” he said, lips brushing Will’s jaw. “I’m glad that you’re my bodyguard, you know. I kind of hated you when we first met, but you’re actually really nice when you want to be.”
Will snorted. “Don’t get too used to it.”
“I could,” Gadiel said, his eyes very soft.
Will looked away, a strange kind of warmth curling in the pit of his stomach.
Chapter 13
Hands. Firm, strong hands sliding down his body. Stroking his nipples, palming his chest and stomach, before wrapping around his cock.
Gadiel moaned, spreading his thighs to accommodate the wide shoulders of his lover as the older man moved down to take his cock into his mouth. His hips bucked, fucking up into the wet heat. A firm hand gripped his hip hard. The mouth pulled off. “Such a spoiled boy,” a low, fond voice scolded him.
Gadiel whined—
And woke up.
He groaned into his pillow before finally registering what the buzzing sound was. His phone. That was what had woken him up.
Scowling at such a disappointing ending to his hot dream, Gadiel reached for his phone blindly and unlocked it.
It was a message from Scott.
I had fun the other day. I wanna see you again, but I’m out of ideas, don’t know where we can go without making it obvious that we’re on a date.
Gadiel squinted at the message, still half-asleep. Typing seemed like too much work right now, so he sent a voice message. “Me too. Don’t worry, I’ll think of something.”
He dropped his phone on the nightstand and, sighing, rolled off the bed reluctantly. He trudged into the living room, his eyes half-closed. Coffee. He needed caffeine to wake up.
He collided with something firm and warm, his nose pressing against something fuzzy. Mmm, it smelled so good. Will, his brain identified the nice scent before his eyes slipped shut again. Safe-strong-nice-his.
“Morning,” said a very dry voice.
Gadiel hummed noncommittally. Such a nice dream. He never wanted to wake up.
“Gadiel.”
“Huh?” So comfy.
“Gadiel, wake up. You’re sleeping on your feet. Or rather, on me. Gadiel?” A hand buried in his hair and tugged.
Gadiel gasped, his toes curling in pleasure, and he swallowed a high-pitched whine when Will removed his hand. He was suddenly wide awake—and apparently, he was all over his bodyguard. His half-naked, unshaven bodyguard.
Oh.
“Huh,” he said faintly, his eyes roaming over the expanse of Will’s firm, muscular chest and strong arms corded with veins. “You have chest hair,” he noted dumbly, blinking at it. It wasn’t something he normally liked in men, but now he felt oddly fascinated by the sparse dark hair between Will’s pecs.
“Your powers of observation are astounding,” Will said wryly. “You usually don’t get up so early. Are you even awake? You still look sleep dumb.” He put a hand on Gadiel’s chin and tipped his face up to study it.
Gadiel nodded mutely, unable to speak. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone touched him so gently, and he found himself leaning into the touch greedily. God, Will smelled so good. He was unshaven, so it couldn’t be his aftershave; it was something about his skin. It was such a nice, earthy scent that made Gadiel think about safety, comfort and something purely male—the scent of a virile male in his prime who could take care of him and keep him safe; at least that was what his hindbrain insisted on. It wanted him to go back to bed and take Will with him, so that he could sleep surrounded by that scent.
His hindbrain was fucking crazy.
Clearing his throat a little, Gadiel pulled back. “Good morning,” he said, not looking at his half-naked bodyguard. Some ogling of straight men was fairly harmless, but at some point it became... a cause for concern. He needed to focus on what was important—which was Scott. The man who was perfect for him in every sense. The gay man. Not this very straight man who wasn’t interested in him in the slightest. Will was just his bodyguard. Scott was his endgame.
“Scott wants another date,” Gadiel said, clearing his throat again. “But he doesn’t know where to go, so it’s up to me. What do you think? I have no idea.” Unfortunately, there was a very limited number of romantic things two men could do together in Dubai without making it obvious that it was a date.
Will hummed thoughtfully. “I guess you could hire a private yacht tour with dinner service, show off Dubai’s landmarks at night. It’s romantic enough but it’s a pretty normal cruise tourists go for. No one will think much of it if you do it for a friend.”