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Sam hissed and rammed back with each thrust. Any control Michael thought he had disappeared, along with everything else in the world but Sam. Need gripped him tight, flaying skin and bone. He plowed into Sam, jerking him off at the same rapid rate.
From Sam’s guttural cries and unintelligible cursing, he was barely staving off orgasm.
Just for Michael.
Fire engulfed Michael. His balls tightened and he let out a harsh cry of his own, and then leaned over Sam and spoke one word. “Come.”
Sam did, with a shout that echoed against stone and glass and he tightened around Michael’s cock.
The shower hazed out and burst into a sea of stars and Michael spilled over into his own orgasm and he emptied himself deep inside Sam. Every movement seared into Michael’s skin until couldn’t move anymore, could barely stand.
He wasn’t sure if he was shaking or if the quaking was Sam—probably both of them. Sam clung to the shower wall while Michael held Sam, breathless and panting, the aftershocks rolling down Michael’s limbs.
Sam shifted. “Please do that to me again, sometime.”
“Anytime you’d like.” Michael eased himself out of Sam.
A groan from Sam. “Not anytime, or we’ll never get anything done.”
Wasn’t that the truth. “Give me a sec.” Michael slipped out of the shower long enough to ditch the condom, then was back in Sam’s arms. He kissed Sam on the forehead, then the mouth, then brushed a thumb over his cheek. “Still need coffee?”
Sam tilted his head back. “I will always need coffee.” His smile was brilliant. “You?”
“Yes.” He could take or leave coffee, to be honest. But that wasn’t the question he answered.
It was Sam that he’d always need.
Chapter Nine
Morningin the streets of New Orleans in July was like walking inside a humid oven. Sam folded his suit jacket over one arm and quelled his desire to take Michael’s hand as they strolled down Canal Street back toward their hotel. Michael had slung his jacket over one shoulder. His suspenders stood out against his white shirt.
It was only the intensity of the sex they’d had in the shower that morning that kept Sam from getting hard. Still, he admired the view, along with the thought of leather on flesh. His, preferably. He drew in a mouthful of wet air and grinned.
The morning hadn’t turned out so bad after all. A good hard fuck and then coffee with his lover. Couldn’t complain about that, even if the conversation from earlier still lurked in the back of his mind.
Sam took a sip from his takeaway cup. He could do this. He wanted Michael. Wanted to be out. Wanted—a normal life.
They both held their second coffees—the first they had consumed over fresh beignets and laughter in a French Quarter café. That had been a welcome respite, a glimpse at the kind of life possible. But as they neared the hotel, Sam’s doubts crept forward, the ones that told him this wouldn’t work, that he was foolish to try. He’d never held a successful relationship before grad school and he’d been playing the straight man for too long. But for Michael? Damned if he’d let go now. Time to throw everything on the line. Go get help and get his head screwed on the right way around. Kick the past into… well, the past.
The hotel rose above them. Those who knew Sam as a CEO, as the man who saved companies, they would be inside the doors. He was supposed to have lunch with William and Vijay Malik. While William acted happy about the deal with Sundra, his interest in Four Rivers at this juncture set entirely different nerves jangling. Especially given the information Fabian had offered. William was a venture capitalist, not a technologist—the only thing that should interest him about the deal was the buyout, even if he were running some sort of investment scam.
Perhaps he should have gone to the strip bar with them last night… to suss out William’s mind. Then there was the question of what William had known about Michael’s original role at Four Rivers—surely the board must have been aware of the news articles, the photos?
Yet they hadn’t given Michael his due. William also knew Michael was gay—had that come before or after the board had taken over?
“Stop that,” Michael said. He grinned in that way men do when they’ve gotten everything they’ve wanted.
Sam had likely worn a similar expression earlier, after Michael had come down his throat. “Stop what?”
“Thinking. You have that look.” The grin faded. “Whatever you’re worried about, it will be okay.”
They paused at the corner and waited for the light. “I know. It’s not about us. I’m enjoying this, being with you. I’m just worried about the merger and what could go wrong. Three weeks is a long time.”
Michael chuckled. “It wasn’t when it came to finishing the release.”
Now that was true. Remarkable things could happen in three weeks. Or horrible ones.
The light changed. “You going to be able to behave yourself?” Sam couldn’t help teasing. What he said earlier was true. He’d be happy to shout from the rooftops that he was Michael Sebastian’s lover. But they’d have to be careful for the time being.
