Page 28 of One Night With The Nanny

“Do you think so?” Max asked thoughtfully and took a sip from his drink, never taking his eyes off of Reid. He hummed as he licked his lips and shook his head. “Delightful, but I’ve tasted better,” he said, setting his glass down.

It took all of Reid’s strength to pull his eyes from Max’s, but he snorted and shrugged it off. “Have you?” he said and attempted a bored eye roll.

“Mmm…” The low rumble made Reid’s tummy tickle and flip as Max slid closer, their shoulders bumping and rubbing. He leaned in, his cinnamon-and-cognac-scented breath wreaking havoc on Reid’s composure as it feathered against his cheek and lips. “When I sucked all the cum out of that sweet, tight arse of yours and licked the sweat under your balls. That was exquisite and I don’t think I’ll ever taste anything better,” he said with an appreciative sigh as he returned to his drink.

“Huh.” Reid wasn’t capable of more than that and his hand was shaking as he sipped and looked at anything but Max.

And he did his best to ignore the very vivid memory of Max naked and tied to the bed upstairs in the Baccarat Suite. It was exactly what Reid had craved as he shaved, cleansed, and dressed for the evening, but he’d swore he’d wipe that vision from his brain and replace it with something even dirtier. He planned to be well and truly over Max by sunrise but fate (or Agnes) was having a hell of a laugh at his expense.

“Have you considered,” Max began, tapping a finger on the back of Reid’s hand to get his attention. “that since we’re only pretending to be strangers, we don’t have to use protection,” he whispered out of the side of his mouth.

“What?” Reid croaked and looked at Max like he was out of his mind. “I always use protection and I’m on PrEP. I’d never—”

“I know,” Max said with a pointed look. “Because I trust you. Just as you know you can trust me when I say that I have always been very careful and get tested regularly. I’m not on PrEP because I don’t have sex that often, but my last labs were clear and negative.”

“Great?” Reid said, still not sure why Max felt the need to point out that they were both healthy adults. “I kind of assumed.” He held up a hand cluelessly and Max cleared his throat as he leaned in to whisper again.

“Don’t you think it would be extra…naughty, pretending we were strangers and being…bare?” He raised a brow at Reid, daring him to play along. “I want to know what I taste like, spilling from that sweet hole of yours.”

Why did Reid have to picture it, in gloriously vivid detail? And why did he have to need it? He could practically feel the silky strands of Max’s hair tangled tight in his grasp as he feasted, sprawled on the bed between Reid’s thighs.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch your name. What did you say it was?” Reid asked, dizzy and blinded by wild, frantic lust as he offered his hand.

“Will. I’ve got a room upstairs if you’ve got a saddle,” Max said as his hand locked tight around Reid’s and he was pulled close. “And you might want to bring a whip, I’m expecting a hard ride.”

Every bit of heat in Reid’s body pooled in his jockstrap, making his cock throb and there was a gnawing, twitchy ache in his core. “Good. I’m in need of a hard, dirty ride.”

“Excellent,” Max replied briskly and offered Reid his arm. “Shall we, Wes?” he added with a playful wink.

“Fine.” Reid hooked his arm around Max’s, sticking his nose in the air. He didn’t care if he was being a petulant brat, this was not how the evening was supposed to go and every fiber of Reid’s being screamed that this was a terrible idea. “We will forget about this in the morning and it will never happen again,” he said firmly.

“If you say so,” Max said, taking the black crystal bottle with him. “Thank you for your assistance, Jim,” he called and waved with it.

Reid threw a scandalized glare at the bartender. “How could you, man?”

Jim winced and held up his hands. “You would have sold your mom out, if you saw the tip he left me last time.”

“Fair enough,” Reid said and nodded. “Whatever you gave him last time, double it,” he commanded Max as his chin tipped back.

“Consider it done,” Max said, pausing next to one of the booths to leave the bottle on the table.

Reid glanced at its occupants and did a double-take. “Hey!” Reid pointed at the handsome, bearded Black man and the gentleman in the tuxedo and cowboy hat. “Friends of yours?” he accused Max.

“Yes,” he said simply and gave Reid’s arm a tug to get him moving again.

Reid bit the inside of his cheek, waiting until they reached the elevator to let Max know what he thought about that. Another woman in a black pantsuit hurried to get the call button for Max.

“I’ve notified them upstairs and you won’t be disturbed,” she informed Max. “Would you like me to send something up? Perhaps some champagne.”

“Maybe later,” Max replied and thanked her as they stepped inside.

The doors closed and Reid yanked his arm free and turned on Max. “You were testing me? You don’t know me as well as you think you do because I would have done it. I wasn’t leaving here tonight until I got laid,” he insisted.

“I know,” Max said, pulling Reid into his arms. “I wasn’t testing you. I was testing this.” His lips covered Reid’s and Max was starving, his tongue thrusting and swirling as they fell against the back wall. All his plans and any common sense Reid possessed went up in flames and he thrilled at the rush of adrenaline and desire, clawing at Max’s back and pulling his hair as the kiss grew wilder. Max pulled his lips free so he could lick Reid’s neck and bite his earlobe. “I can’t stop thinking about how good you taste and how beautiful you looked riding me,” he panted against Reid’s ear. “And I don’t think you can either.”

“I can stop,” Reid lied as he ground his hard-on against Max’s. “Watch me. I’ll forget about all of this tomorrow.”

But Reid knew he was bluffing and that he was in serious trouble when the doors opened and Max backed out, tugging his tie loose. “Wanna bet?” He held the tie out, holding his wrists together and inviting Reid to take charge.

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