Page 3 of One Night With The Nanny

Max’s gaze locked on Reid’s lips, making them feel hotter and dryer. Reid licked them, letting his teeth catch on the bottom lip as he stepped into Max.

“You get a room and I’ll bring my saddle.”

“Stay right here,” Max said, bowing as he left Reid. He strolled with determination this time, his gaze locked on the lobby and the front desk.

“Holy shit, you did it,” Jim whispered, sliding his palm across the bar for a discreet slap. “I’m shaking and I barely had to make eye contact with him.”

“That’s a shame, he’s got gorgeous eyes,” Reid murmured into his drink. “Like a rainy Danish day.”

“Have you ever been to Denmark?”

“Nope.”

“Here he comes,” Jim said while wiping the bar, then went to help another patron.

There was a harder, hungrier look in Max’s eyes as he offered Reid his arm. “Shall we?”

“Giddy-up,” Reid said as he accepted it, making Max smile. A woman in a sleek black suit hurried ahead to get the elevator call button for them.

“Right this way, Mr. vo—” she started, but Max raised a hand and shushed softly, cutting her off.

“I think we can find our way up. We won’t be needing any assistance tonight. Thank you,” he told her and she offered him a quick curtsy before hurrying back to the front desk. He gestured for Reid to go first, then stepped in after him and pressed the button for the top floor.

“What is it you do, Max?” Reid asked suspiciously, feeling a moment of panic because he had no idea just how far in over his head he was.

“I do a lot of things.” The doors shut, cutting them off from the lobby. Max’s hand curved around Reid’s neck, drawing him closer until their noses brushed. “What about you, Wes?”

“I can do lots of things.”

“Is that so?”

“Try me,” Reid said, the tip of his tongue sliding along Max’s lips, luring him in. A hand glided up Reid’s back as Max’s head tipped and there was a soft groan as they danced back, into the mirror behind them. Reid had no idea who had groaned. Max tasted like cognac and cinnamon and he was large and hard as he lapped and sucked at Reid’s lips and tongue like he was starving.

“What do you like, Wes?” he demanded as his tongue curled around Reid’s ear, making him shiver and gasp. “Top? Bottom?”

“Yes.” Reid nodded, rocking and grinding his hard-on against Max’s.

“Do you prefer it gentle or rough?” The slight waver in Max’s voice gave him away and he swore when the elevator halted and the doors opened to the Baccarat Suite. “I’d like to be alone,” he called without breaking eye contact with Reid, listening. They heard a soft click and Max smiled as he pulled Reid’s hand to his lips, kissing his knuckles and towing him out of the elevator. “You didn’t answer,” he prompted gently.

“Oh, it’s about to get rough,” Reid warned as he carefully loosened his tie and left it on the table in the white marble foyer as he followed Max. “I promised you a hard ride,” he reminded him, shedding his coat and leaving it on the back of an armchair. Now, he could go for it and he attacked the buttons on Max’s shirt as his coat was flung at the sofa. Cufflinks pattered to the floor as they toed off their shoes. “Now, how hard do you want it, Max?”

There was a strained laugh from Max as he dropped his shirt. “I’m half Danish and half Austrian, Wes. Do your worst.”

“Are you sure? Want to pick a safe word?”

Max shook his head. “I don’t need a safe word. I like it rough and I don’t scare easily.”

“I’m really glad you said that,” Reid purred as he pulled Max’s belt free. “Arms up,” he ordered when they reached the bed, pleased when Max’s arms shot up obediently.

“Like this?” he asked, grabbing the shiny chrome bar over his head. He didn’t even have to stretch his arms so Reid didn’t feel bad, turning him so he faced the pillows and using the belt to quickly bind and tie Max’s wrists to the frame.

“Just like that,” Reid said as he stepped behind Max and pushed his trousers and fine cotton boxers down his thighs. Max kicked them away and got comfortable, crossing his ankles and leaning casually while Reid took his time undressing, tossing condoms and packets of lube on the bed. “You have an amazing ass, Max.” He lowered onto the cream-colored ottoman so he could appreciate the view and plan their ride. Max was long and lean with wide shoulders, a sculpted torso and back, narrow hips, and really nice feet.

“Thank you. I do a lot of yoga, I row, and I swim when I need to think.”

“It’s working for you.” Reid considered the books on the tray next to him and picked up a small white one that was a little larger than his hand and rose. “Tell me if this works for you,” he said, adjusting his grip on the book, then using it to deliver a firm, clapping slap! to Max’s asscheek. He arched and bit out a curse, his hands flexing around the bar. “Well?”

Max nodded quickly. “It works.”

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