Page 49 of Kissing Danger

They’d noticed the unintended tiger stripe pattern on the second model as well, and we gushed about it together. Plus, I couldn’t seem to stop complimenting Ashes’s jewelry, which looked even better in the noonday sunlight than I’d hoped. We also nitpicked the flaws, such as one model’s broken shoe, and the rosettethat had fallen off my finale piece right before the show started, which I had been forced to cast aside.

Even the flaws were fun to discuss. Only someone with an artist’s eye would notice such a small detail, like a single missing flower, or care enough to bring it up. Unfortunately, I couldn’t spend the entire night talking with them, and had to get back to the “important” people.

I made my way through the room, smiling and shaking hands with everyone who greeted me, and even stopped to take pictures with a few of the more eager guests. Eventually, I managed to make my way back to Nathan’s side. He was speaking with some investors, using a bunch of terms and words I barely understood. The way they spoke made it seem like money was a living thing with a mind of its own that had to be tricked and coaxed into their bank accounts.

They sounded more like hunters stalking prey rather than businessmen.

These were the worst kinds of conversations. The ones I couldn’t even participate in, and my smile felt hollow as I nodded along like I knew what they were talking about. Nathan must have sensed my discomfort and draped a reassuring arm over my shoulder without even a pause in his conversation. A few of the investors eyed his arm around me with obvious disgust but said nothing. It was the twenty-first century, and homosexuality was still not universally accepted. Yet, enough money could persuade even the most outspoken bigots to keep their mouths shut.

Eventually, the conversation ended, and the investors walked away. Nathan took the opportunity to lean over and press a quick kiss to my cheek and whisper directly into my ear. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah.” I sighed. “Just tired. It’s been a long day.”

He hummed in agreement and his breath tickled my ear. A flush of arousal ran through my veins right to my dick, and I desperately tried not to squirm.

Of course, Nathan noticed immediately and laughed at me under his breath.

“Not too tired, it seems.”

“Shut up,” I hissed at him between my teeth. “This is your fault. You always talk right into my ear like that during sex, so of course I’m going to respond.” I batted at my ear, as if that would cleanse the arousal that was already thrumming under my skin, but it did nothing.

After a quick squeeze to my shoulders, Nathan let me go. At first, it seemed like he was about to walk away and leave me to deal with my problem on my own, but then he grabbed my wrists and dragged me with him.

Not that I needed to be dragged.

Sometimes I felt like a well-trained dog. All he had to do was tell me to heel and I would follow him like a circus poodle.

I even discreetly wiped my mouth with my free hand just to make sure I wasn’t panting.

The bathrooms in the Bellagio were exactly what one would expect of a hotel of such high caliber. Fancy, large, and most importantly, clean. However, as Nathan pressed me up against the sinks and kissed me until my legs gave out, I wouldn’t have cared if it was a truck stop toilet, so long as he kept touching me.

The bathroom also wasn’t empty. A moment after we arrived, a stranger stepped out of one the cubicles, only to freeze at the sight of us. The man quickly apologized and left without washing his hands.

“We’re going to get kicked out for indecent exposure,” I said between kisses.

Nathan just grunted and lowered his head to run his lips along my neck. I wasn’t foolish enough to think he hadn’t noticed the stranger. He was too careful to be so oblivious. No, he’d simply deemed the stranger a non-threat and proceeded to ignore them.

Voyeurism really wasn’t one of my kinks, so how did I keep ending up having sex with Nathan in public places?

Furthermore, how come I kept enjoying it?

Lifting me to sit on the fancy marble sink, Nathan guided my legs to wrap around his hips. The downside to wearing such tight pants was that they took forever to take on and off, so Nathan didn’t even try. He seemed content to keep worshiping my neck and sucking bruises into my skin while grinding against me.

I growled low in frustration and fumbled for the button to my fly. My pants were quickly growing too tight. Maybe I wouldn’t be able to remove them, but I could at least give myself some relief.

It took some struggling, and Nathan had to stop and help me, but in the end, I got my pants undone enough to free my suffering cock from its prison.

Almost as soon as I felt blessedly cool air on my heated skin, Nathan wrapped his hand around my shaft and started stroking me.

Moaning, I let my head fall back and knocked it against the mirror over the sink.

“Ah, fuck, these pants were a bad idea.”

“But you look so good in them,” Nathan said directly into my ear. The rumble of his voice sent another wave of arousal rushing though me, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from coming on the spot.

Yep, that Pavlovian response was deeply ingrained and wasn’t going away any time soon. I’d just have to accept my fate and a future of inconvenient boners whenever I felt the vibration of his voice.

I knew ears could be an erogenous zone. I just never expected it to be true for me. Things had been so much easier when all my sensitive spots resided under my clothes.

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