Page 28 of Deadly Hands

Reuben’s breath hitched as Nikon’s fingers trailed down to his shirt, tugging it from his waistband. His fingers were steady as Reuben’s buckle gave way under them, the metal clinking like a secret code against the quiet hum of the office.

“Tell me you want this.” Nikon’s voice was quiet but raw, demanding. His hand paused at the zipper, waiting. The room seemed to hold its breath, the ticking of the wall clock all of a sudden loud, intrusive.

Reuben swore softly, a sound that was half laugh, half moan. “You’re asking me now?” His hips arched up slightly, seeking. “Yes, dammit. I want this.”

Nikon’s mouth twitched, a faint smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. Those blue eyes remained intense, focused, like a predator zeroing in on its prey. He edged Reuben’s zipper down, one tooth at a time, the sound cutting through the thick air. His fingers hooked into the waistband of Reuben’s boxers, teasing the elastic, making Reuben suck in a sharp breath.

He dipped his hand inside, stroking the soft skin of Reuben’s stomach, feeling the muscles quiver under his touch. His fingers brushed against the coarse hair, then lower, tracing the length of him, feeling Reuben’s cock harden. Reuben’s breath came in quick gasps, his body trembling with anticipation.

“Shh,” Nikon soothed, his voice a low rumble. He gripped Reuben’s cock, thumb circling the sensitive tip. Reuben bucked into his hand, a choked sound escaping him.

Nikon worked him slowly, his grip firm, every stroke deliberate. Like he had all the time in the world. Like they weren’t teetering on the edge of chaos. His thumb swept over the head, spreading the wetness, drawing out a strangled moan from Reuben.

Reuben’s body tensed, his breath coming in ragged bursts. “Nik—” His voice cracked as he shuddered.

Nikon felt him pulsing in his hand, felt the heat building. He leaned in, their foreheads touching, breaths mingling. “Let go,” he murmured.

Reuben’s release was explosive. His body convulsed, hips jerking, a cry tearing from his throat. Nikon only just managed to pull back, avoiding the hot spurt of white liquid. He watched, transfixed, as Reuben shuddered through his climax, their connection raw, intimate.

Once Reuben stilled, Nikon withdrew his hand, gentling his touch. He grabbed a nearby tissue, cleaning them both up quickly. All the while, his eyes never left Reuben’s face, watching every flicker of emotion.

Reuben, chest still heaving, managed a weak laugh. “Well,” he said, voice hoarse, “that was...”

“A start.” Nikon finished for him, straightening up. His gaze bore into Reuben. “But we’re far from done, Reuben.”

Reuben’s breathing was still uneven when he reached for Nikon’s belt. “Let me—”

“Not here.” Nikon caught his wrist, pressing a kiss to the racing pulse point. “Come home with me.”

The drive to Nikon’s penthouse was torture. Every red light was an excuse to touch, to taste.

Reuben laughed when Nikon cursed in Russian at a slow-moving taxi. “Your security detail must be getting quite the show,” Reuben murmured against his neck.

“They know better than to watch.” Nikon’s grip tightened on the steering wheel. The memory of that sniper trained on Reuben flashed through his mind again. “Besides, half of them are hunting down our would-be assassin.”

“Assassin?” Reuben’s hand stilled on his thigh. “Do you know who did...”

“Later.” Nikon pulled into his private garage. “Right now, I need you naked in my bed.”

They barely made it through his front door.

Reuben had time for one appreciative whistle at the penthouse’s marble foyer before Nikon was on him again, backing him toward the bedroom.

“Show-off,” Reuben gasped between kisses. “Let me guess—the sheets are silk?”

“Egyptian cotton.” Nikon nipped at his jaw. “Much better for grip.”

Clothes disappeared again, this time with more finesse. Nikon took his time, savoring each new discovery: the sensitive spot behind Reuben’s ear that made him whimper, the way his back arched when Nikon’s fingers traced his chest, the breathless curses when Nikon reached for a condom from the bedside table drawer.

Reuben’s hands slid up Nikon’s back, tracing the hard lines of muscle, the rough terrain of old scars. Nikon shivered under his touch, a rare moment of vulnerability that emboldened Reuben. With a sudden surge, he flipped Nikon onto his back, straddling him. Nikon’s eyes widened in surprise, but he let Reuben take control.

Reuben leaned down, his mouth finding Nikon’s chest, teeth grazing a nipple before moving lower. Nikon’s breath hitched as Reuben trailed kisses down his stomach, his intention clear as he slipped the condom onto Nikon’s thick manhood. Reuben’s lips parted as he took Nikon into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Nikon groaned, his fingers tangling in Reuben’s hair as a shiver of pleasure coursed through him.

Once Reuben’s lips began to suck gently on the tip of his dick, the sensation was intense. But soon, the teasing sucks turned into wet heat as Reuben’s mouth enveloped him.

Each lip-smacking suck, every motion of Reuben’s mouth, sent waves of ecstasy through Nikon, making him feel as if he were melting from the inside out. He felt his control slipping, the heat building too fast. Before he could lose himself completely, he stopped Reuben, gently pulling him up.

“Did I do something wrong?”

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