Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
He tried to control his breathing as he stared at the hint of dark chest hair between the two unfastened buttons of Galan’s dress shirt.
Casey’s dick got harder the longer Galan stretched the silence.
“Look at me.”
Casey obeyed, his breath catching at Galan’s sternness.
He wanted to touch the visible parts of Galan’s face, but he knew better than to do so without permission. He’d pressed his luck enough for one night. He’d wanted his Sir’s attention, and now he had it.
Galan bowed his head until their lips were breaths apart.
Casey vibrated with want, with need.
“Is that how you plan to get my attention, boy? You act brazen and overindulge with alcohol.”
“No, Sir,” Casey whispered.
“All evidence points to the contrary.”
“I have no excuse. My behavior was unacceptable toward my Sir.”
Galan kissed his lips, chaste but forgiving. “Defiance isn’t necessary, sweetheart, you need only ask.”
Casey sighed, lowering his gaze as Galan stroked his cheek.
“There will be no punishment…this time.”
He shivered when Galan stooped and captured his tender bottom lip after he released it from his teeth. Casey moaned, trying but failing not to attract the attention of the catering staff.
Screw ’em.
He wasn’t an exhibitionist or much for putting on demonstrations, but he wanted everyone to see his Sir rewarding him.
“I know I signed a contract with Thorn…but…”
It was also unlike Galan to be hesitant with his words. He cupped Casey’s cheeks, causing him to melt into the tenderness.
His Sir was so broad, tall, and muscular in some places while soft in others. “I’m not going anywhere, Sir. And I have nothing but time to prove it to you.”
Galan’s Adam’s apple bobbed with each deep inhale.
The way they held each other in bed and gazed into each other’s eyes before falling asleep was proof that this partnership wouldn’t be temporary.
“Let me give you my touch, Sir,” Casey mouthed.
Galan gripped Casey’s wrists and pulled them until his hands were clasped behind his head.
“Do you remember the first night I saw you at the club? Shiloh was between your legs, ready to kneel. I didn’t even know you, and I’d never felt that kind of jealousy before.”
“I remember it well.”
“No one belongs in your arms, by your side, or at your feet but me. I meant it then, and I mean it now, Sir.” He pulled Galan forward until his forehead was against his. “You are my Sir…mine.”
To hell with permission. Casey surged forward and closed his mouth over Galan’s, not hesitating to slip his tongue inside. He wanted Galan to taste his sincerity. He had to break away and allow them to breathe. He was on his tiptoes, his lips wet and tender.
“I want you tonight…inside me.”
Galan groaned as he palmed his ass and squeezed until he hissed.
“I’ve waited a long time for you, Sir.” Casey pressed his lips to Galan’s throat.
“I didn’t believe in Belladonna at first, but now, especially after tonight…”
Casey grinned. “Belladonna is both an ancient and modern method of dating. No use of computers or internet, but there is a matchmaker.”
Casey combed his fingers through Galan’s graying hair. He’d be a silver fox soon, and he couldn’t wait.
“I have a confession, Sir.”
“What is it?” Galan asked against his temple.
“I didn’t even bother to meet with the first three prospects Thorn interviewed.”
“Why?” Galan asked as he peppered kisses across his forehead.
“Mmm.” Casey moaned at his Sir’s thickening cock pressed against his lower stomach. “Because I was finished going down on my knees for undeserving men. I waited here in Belladonna alone for seven months. I waited all that time for you, Galan. I always believed I would know my real Sir the moment I met him.”
Galan eased back enough to slide his hand into his right jacket pocket and remove a black necklace box.
Casey gasped, hoping that was what he thought it was. “Sir, are you…? Is that—”
“Shhh. Quiet, boy.” Galan placed a finger gently over his lips.
Galan lifted the lid of the box, and tears filled Casey’s eyes, blurring his view of the striking collar laid across a bed of red satin.
He waited with decreasing patience, wanting to yank the stunning piece of jewelry out of the box and fasten it on himself right damn now, craving the peace and security it possessed.
Galan removed the diamond-and-gold Cuban link choker.
“I’ve been waiting for you too. I’ve never collared anyone. Maybe that’s why it was so easy for my ex to leave me. I never trusted him…I couldn’t.” Galan ran his fingers over the heavy chain. “And this is far too special to allow the wrong boy to wear it.”
Casey did his best to remain still like a good boy, but fuck, he was too excited.
“I wanted to put this on you the moment I met you at the club. I knew I wanted you.” Galan kissed Casey’s closed eyelids. “It was the way you looked at me with those hopeful blue eyes, begging me to pull you onto my lap.”