Page 15 of Deadly Legacy
Before Nikon could respond, Reuben’s phone also chimed. His expression tightened as he read the message.
“Wallace Hoyt Investment Group has called an emergency board meeting tomorrow morning,” he said, already calculating implications. “He’s going to make his move soon.”
Nikon’s hand found its way to Reuben’s lower back, a gesture that grounded them both. “Good,” he said, the hunter in him pleased. “Let him come.”
As their car merged into traffic, Nikon studied Reuben’s profile against the passing city lights. The young man he’d first met almost two years ago—desperate and cornered in a high-stakes poker game—had transformed into a man who couldspot surveillance, coordinate an escape, and still maintain his composure throughout.
Mine, Nikon thought with fierce pride.Partner, not possession.
The car turned toward their penthouse, and thoughts of Wallace Hoyt, Dmitrii, and business threats faded away as Nikon’s mind turned to more immediate ways to release the evening’s tension. And from the way Reuben’s hand settled on his thigh, he had similar ideas.
“Shall we continue our evening at home?” Reuben asked, his tone intimate.
“Of course,” Nikon replied, already anticipating the night ahead. “I believe we were in the middle of something before we were so rudely interrupted.”
Reuben leaned closer, his breath warm against Nikon’s ear. “I seem to recall your hand was getting rather adventurous under the table.”
“And I recall you weren’t stopping me,” Nikon countered, his fingers finding Reuben’s thigh in the darkness of the car.
“Maybe I was just curious to see how far you’d go in public.” Reuben’s smile carried a challenge that made Nikon’s pulse quicken.
“We’re not in public anymore,” Nikon pointed out as the car slowed, approaching their building.
“No,” Reuben agreed, his green eyes glinting with promise in the passing streetlights. “We’re not.”
Nikon nodded, but his pulse still raced from their narrow escape. He watched Reuben’s chest rise and fall with quickened breaths, noticed his fingers drumming against his thigh. The same restless energy that thrummed through his own body.
Nikon leaned forward and pressed the intercom button. “Anton, pull over at the next block.”
“Sir? Is everything alright?” The driver’s voice crackled through the speaker.
“Everything’s fine.” Nikon kept his voice steady, masking the urgency building beneath his skin. “We’ll continue home in twenty minutes. Wait outside.”
Reuben’s eyebrow arched, the question clear in his eyes until Nikon’s hand found his thigh and squeezed. Understanding dawned on his face, pupils dilating.
When the car stopped, Anton exited without hesitation. Nikon’s security staff knew better than to question orders. As the door closed, Nikon pressed the button for the privacy screens and clicked the locks into place—a sequence he’d performed countless times when needing discretion.
“Twenty minutes?” Reuben shifted closer, voice dropping to that register that always sent heat straight to Nikon’s groin. “Not sure that’s enough time.”
The leather creaked as Nikon moved toward him. His hand found the back of Reuben’s neck, fingers threading through the soft hair at his nape. “Then we better not waste any of it talking.”
He grabbed Reuben’s tie and pulled him into a kiss. Their teeth clicked, tongues sliding against each other. Nikon tightened his grip on the silk tie, anchoring Reuben to him.
Reuben broke away, breathing hard. “Fuck, I need your cock in my mouth.” His hands worked at Nikon’s belt buckle, knuckles brushing against the hard ridge beneath.
Nikon’s stomach muscles tightened as Reuben’s fingers slipped inside his pants and wrapped around him. The warmth of his hand sent sparks up Nikon’s spine.
“You want it?” He thrust up, seeking more friction.
“You know I do.” Reuben slid down to kneel in the foot-well, maneuvering in the tight space between Nikon’s legs. “Been wanting to suck you off since we left the restaurant.”
Nikon spread his thighs wider. His fingers threaded through Reuben’s hair as the younger man freed Nikon’s erection from his underwear. The first touch of Reuben’s mouth sent electric currents up his spine—hot, wet, and eager as he took Nikon’s full length without hesitation.
“Christ.” His grip tightened in Reuben’s hair, the silky strands sliding between his fingers. “Take it all.”
Reuben’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked harder, tongue working on the sensitive underside. Wet, obscene sounds echoed in the confined space, amplified by the car’s acoustics. Nikon watched his cock disappear between those perfect lips again and again, glistening each time it emerged.
“Look at me while you suck me off.”
