Page 38 of Billion Dollar Love: Manlove Edition

“Smartass,” Zach grinned.

“So what brings you here, anyway? Another business trip?”

“Or something.”

Carson laughed. “You’re such a jerk.”

He licked his lips and noticed how Zach’s gaze focused on his mouth. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and worried it, and heard the sharp inhale Zach made when he did.

“You know, I keep thinking about you,” Carson admitted softly.

Zach’s hand cupped his cheek, thumb stroking over the week’s worth of stubble there.

“I like this,” he said.

Carson shrugged. “Been too preoccupied with work to think about it.”

Zach pulled Carson forward and kissed him roughly.

“And I’ve been too preoccupied with you,” he growled.

Carson gasped.

“What the fuck is it with you, kid? Why can’t I get you out of my head?”

“I told you. Ain’t nobody like me, daddy.”

Zach groaned and pressed their foreheads together.

“Fuck me,” he whispered.

“Gladly,” Carson immediately replied.

“Goddamn it, get your ass in the showers.” Zach pulled away, freeing Carson’s feet, and dragged them both to standing.

Carson wrapped his arms around Zach’s neck and kissed him deeply, plastering his body into Zach’s, and felt the hard length of his erection pressing against him.

“Now,” Zach growled, breaking the kiss. “Before I fuck you right here.”

A whine escaped Carson at the idea of someone wanting him that much.

“Hmm, you’d like that, huh?” Zach’s hand gripped his ass painfully. “Go.” He shoved himself away and moved to pick up the weights Carson had been using. Carson finally noticed the gym bag that Zach had dropped near the weight bench and registered the fact that Zach was wearing jeans and a t-shirt that did nothing to mask the muscles underneath. His mouth watered, and he swallowed hard before hurrying to the showers.

Normally Carson showered at home, since everything was close enough together. This was a gym he’d never have been able to afford on his own, and it showed in every detail, even the showers. Each shower was its own enclosed room, stocked with little mini shampoos and body washes, with an actual door and not just a curtain, and a full dressing area separate from the shower itself with towels that didn’t feel like sandpaper.

He was in the middle of the world’s fastest shower, rinsing the soap from his chest, when a hand appeared, slapping a condom packet onto the shelf in front of him. The breath left his lungs in a rush.

“I decided I’m not waiting. My place is too far away.” Teeth bit into the top of his shoulder, and Carson moaned.

“But, what if, someone might—”

“Nothing a little cash and an out of order sign can’t help with.”

“Jesus, Zach, we can—ungh!” His words cut off in a strangled cry as Zach’s hands spread his cheeks wide and his tongue dragged over Carson’s hole. “Fuck!” he hissed, bracing himself against the wall.

Zach took a break from torturing him long enough to reply.

“That’s the plan here, sweetheart.”

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