Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Cole ran his fingers over Spencer’s brow. “Then I knew exactly the shade I wanted the first time I looked into your eyes.”
“Cole.” Spencer shook his head. He had no words.
“It’s a bracelet exclusively for you, baby. Every other piece made will have a white-gold owl; yours is the only platinum with a diamond overlay. There’ll never be a duplicate in the world.”
Cole took the bracelet from Spencer’s shaking fingers and smoothed it onto his wrist.
“It’s a gift from my heart, made with my own two hands.”
Spencer choked on the lump lodged in his throat. He squeezed Cole to him, praying he could feel inside of him what he couldn’t say out loud.
“I hope I’m not pushing you, Spencer. But I didn’t want to be alone tonight, and I didn’t want you to be either.”
“I wanted you here every night since you drove out of the parking lot, Cole.”
“My holiday traditions died with my brother, and yours with your parents. But I think it’s okay for us to want some new ones now. They’d want that for us, don’t you think?”
“I know my parents would.”
Spencer wanted to believe it was all over. He’d endured the pain and come out stronger on the other side. His heart was going to be safe with this new and rare kind of love.
“Come back to New York with me.” Cole hurried to add, “Just for a few days. I cleared my schedule for a week. I want to show you my home, my city. Maybe I can start to enjoy New York during Christmas again. I wanna show you my studio, my art, my new designs.” Cole smiled shyly. “And I want to read the stories you write and fall asleep in your arms listening to Spencer’s Unimaginable Tales.”
“My god, you’re killing me, Cole.” A tear slid down Spencer’s cheek, and he allowed Cole to kiss it away with soft pecks before he worked his way to his trembling lips.
“This sounds like a fantasy—hell, it feels like one,” Spencer declared. “We just met… how can we… what the hell is going on?”
“Shhh, stop talking.”
Cole massaged Spencer’s naked shoulders, his gaze roaming hungrily over his chest to his nipples, which hardened under the scrutiny.
Spencer bit his bottom lip, stepping in closer, his growing cock nudging Cole’s thigh. He nipped at the stubble on his jaw, wanting more of his all-consuming kisses.
He stared into Cole’s eyes, wanting him to see the truth.
“It’s so much and not enough. I want more and more of you until I feel like I’m going to explode. I want this feeling in my chest to keep growing until it fucking terrifies me.”
Spencer was barely able to finish his sentence before he was hefted off his feet. He straddled Cole’s waist and pointed toward his bedroom while he shoved Cole’s heavy coat off his shoulders, then went for his throat.
Cole
It had taken Cole an entire week, but he and his secretaries had managed to clear his schedule for nine days. He wasn’t kidding when he’d told Spencer he wanted him and that he’d be waiting for his call.
His private jet landed three hours ago, and the second he’d seen Spencer’s post in his Facebook group, he told his driver, Axel, to head that way. It’d been perfect timing.
Cole was nervous. He hadn’t been with a man in so long.
Cole held Spencer’s cheeks in his palms, keeping their mouths sealed as shaky fingers went for the buttons on his dress shirt. This wasn’t the sure, cocky server who’d worked him over in the cigar bar last week. This was the real Spencer. Timid, unsure, and quiet.
Cole dragged his lips along Spencer’s temple into his messy hair, waiting for him to finish undressing him.
“You smell so good.” Cole nuzzled Spencer’s throat, inhaling the scent of soap and warm, sleepy nights.
Spencer’s head fell to the side while Cole massaged his shoulders. His beauty had answered the door shirtless, and Cole’s plan to say something charming went right out of his head.
All that tan, supple skin over tight abs with a slim patch of dark hair below his navel made Cole’s mouth water.
He wanted to take Spencer away from this rowdy, crowded building to his quiet hotel room. But the way they were clawing at each other, he didn’t think they’d make it.
“I thought of you every day, every night,” Cole admitted, caressing the strong planes of Spencer’s back.
He pulled him close enough to feel his rapid heartbeat, and explored his sweet lover with his hands, inching lower until he got to the swell of Spencer’s ass. He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of his thin sweatpants, making his cock pulse with anticipation.
Damn, every inch of him felt like fucking satin.
“You feel so damn good, baby, mmm.”
Spencer gazed up at him through heavy-lidded eyes.
“I hardly slept, ate, or did anything, Cole. Every night, I replayed in my mind the way you kissed me, the way you looked at me. I mentally beat myself up every day, regretting every time I picked up my cell but was too afraid to make the call.”