Page 97 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
Same bartender. “Looks like the drink worked.” He winked. “Another?”
Fazil nodded. “And some water, too.”
The bartender gave Todd a questioning look.
“I’ll take whatever you’ve been pouring down his throat.” He glanced at Fazil. “Seems quite good.”
A flash of a smile, then the bartender was gone.
Todd gripped Fazil’s waist tighter and pulled him closer, until their hips met, then he slipped his hand into Fazil’s back pocket and kneaded his ass.
A game. Todd, the stranger who was not, and Fazil, the guy looking for a one-night stand in a club. “You’re a little forward.”
“With guys like you? No such thing.” His smile was lecherous.
How many times had Todd played this role before? There was a stab of jealousy, then one of regret. No right to judge Todd for that, not when he’d left and had a life of his own, too.
He pulled Todd’s head down for a kiss and whispered in his ear. “If you think I’m going to bend over for you because you bought me a drink...”
An amused grunt, then Todd took his mouth, and holy hell, the kiss. Hot, demanding, intimate. It spun Fazil’s head and tightened his balls.
Someone coughed. “Your drinks?”
God, the bartender, but he didn’t seem fazed at all.
Todd skimmed fingers over Fazil’s face. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?” He took the drinks from the bartender, handed Fazil his drink and water, then paid. Like before, the concoction went down too quickly and the water didn’t help the spinning of his head. But that might have been from the way Todd stared at him, as if he’d strip him right then and there.
Several other men watched them, with envy directed at Todd.
Okay. Point taken. He wasn’t such a bad catch. “Interested in dancing?”
Todd finished his drink and set the glass on a table. “Thought we already were.” He closed a hand around Fazil’s neck and pulled him close. “But I’m fine with taking you out on the floor.” He kissed Fazil’s neck.
Great time for his legs to stop working. “Okay.” Breathless already.
Todd’s chuckle sank into his bones. They found space on the dance floor and moved to the beat of the music. Hands on skin, lips on flesh, bodies entwined in each other, like so many other couples.
Todd was rock hard and wasn’t shy about letting Fazil know how much he wanted him. Fazil pressed the palm of his hand against Todd’s package.
Todd grunted and swung him around. “I thought you wanted to dance.”
Dance. Make out. Whatever. He ground himself against Todd, their hard lengths pressed together. “Don’t like my kind of dancing?”
“I think,” Todd said, in between biting Fazil’s lips, “we need to take your kind of dancing somewhere more private.” He rotated Fazil and put a hand at the base of his neck. “Shall we?” He pushed Fazil off the dance floor and toward the hallway with the sign for the restrooms.
Good thing the music was loud, because Fazil was pretty sure he whimpered. Being fucked in a stall? They’d talked about that. Wasn’t sure he was ready for it.
On the other hand, his cock throbbed at the thought.
But rather than stopping at the door to the men’s room, Todd directed him to a door with anEXITsign. After a quick glance back, he opened the door and shoved Fazil out into an alley.
The door clicked closed and Todd had him up against the rough brick wall. “You’re a little fucking cocktease.”
“Got a problem with that?” He massaged Todd’s length through his jeans. “Seems like you don’t.”
“I’ve got a problem with twinks who don’t follow through.” Todd closed a hand around Fazil’s throat with enough pressure to send Fazil’s pulse skyrocketing.
“What do you expect me to do out here?” The night was warm and damp. Nearby the sounds of traffic and people floated into the alley. They were alone—but not.
