Page 3 of Takeover
“I’m fine,” Sam said. “I’m just…” Gay. Drunk. On fire. Longing for Michael’s touch. Sam swallowed. “You have no idea how right you are about me.”
“I do now.”
Those three words sent heat racing through Sam’s veins. Michael pulled him, gently, toward the lobby of the hotel. God, he was so glad he’d decided to fly here rather than stay in Florida. If any of the board members saw him, he’d be out of the job he’d just landed. It had taken two days to convince William that he could do what he said and turn their suddenly sinking routing company around. But the ink was dry, he might as well celebrate. No one here knew who he was. No one cared if he was gay. Hell, he’d had gotten picked up in no time flat.
Michael’s hold on Sam’s arm was firm, as was the press of Michael’s hand on the small of Sam’s back. They walked to the elevator across the well-appointed, gleaming lobby. Michael hit the up button. “Floor?”
“Fifth.” Sam took a deep breath. “The keycard is in my back pocket. Room five-thirteen.” The image they presented in the elevator doors was a contrast in opposites. Michael was at least four inches taller, and Sam, at five eleven, was not all that short. One businessman, one tourist. One in charge, the other following, only the obvious roles were reversed. Sam’s heart threatened to beat out from behind his ribs and his balls ached from the unfulfilled desire his hand could never quench. He had to be dreaming, because this could not be happening. He could not be letting a stranger take him back to his room for a fuck.
Michael slipped his hand into Sam’s pants to retrieve the card. “Not a lucky number, thirteen.”
“It is for me.” This was thousands of times better than a drink. Or maybe worse. The pain in Sam’s head had vanished completely. He didn’t fuck strangers. Hell, lately he didn’t have sex at all. Too much of a chance someone would find out he preferred cock to pussy. And he’d seen how the wolves around him ripped apart those who did step out of the closet.
Sam pushed away a momentary flutter of guilt. He’d seen what happened to that kid in grad school, and he’d run.
Though Michael had freed the keycard, he slid his hand into Sam’s back pocket. Sam swallowed the moan that tried to escape. “Too bad we don’t have a few days. I’d love to see how long it would take to make you come thirteen times.”
For a moment, the floor underneath Sam seemed to lose solidity and his knees threatened to buckle, but the strong hands holding him up didn’t let him fall. Michael chuckled and the elevator dinged. God. He was not going to survive this night if cheesy lines likethatundid him. He stepped into the car, Michael right behind him.
“Press five.”
Sam was more than happy to obey, utterly aware of how obvious they’d been walking through the lobby. Finally, someone not intimidated by his clothing or the attitude he wore. It was as if Michael saw straight through the trappings to the man inside.
Sam didn’t even see that guy anymore. Hadn’t for years, because he never ceded control in business, ever. It was a rule he’d lived by. It’s why he got the job offers he did. He was a hard-ass who could outmaneuver boards, charm the pants off of workers, then sell off companies for millions. Always in power.
When the doors closed, Michael took his hand from Sam’s pocket, spun Sam to face him, then pushed him against the back of the elevator. The car lurched up. Michael’s hard length rubbed Sam’s cock. This time, Sam couldn’t hold back the wanton groan. Sweat trickled down his back, sticking his shirt to his skin. Every nerve wanted more of what Michael offered. Sex. Domination. Maybe even a little pain.
“Where were you four days ago?” Michael kissed Sam’s neck.
The scrape of Michael’s teeth sent another wave of fire through Sam and he shuddered. “In a meeting in Florida. I’m a—”
Michael claimed Sam’s mouth and everything slipped from Sam’s mind but the strength of the man in front of him. He gripped Michael’s shirt and thrust his tongue and cock against Michael. The elevator slowed to a stop.
Michael broke the kiss, breathless. “No title. No last names. The only thing I care about is what you are right now.”
High-powered CEO, technologist, ruthless businessman—gone in an instant. The elevator doors opened. “Yours,” Sam said. “I’m yours.”
“Good.” Michael pulled him from the car.
Somehow Sam managed to make it down the hall. Quite a feat, given how badly his desire and the brandy in his blood had screwed with his ability to walk. Everything about this was decadently reckless and terrifying. Before Sam knew it, they were in his room—his luggage sat on the rack and everything was neat and tidy, the way he’d left it. The door clicked closed and Michael took Sam’s mouth again. Gin and sex and power—a heavenly combination. The man tasted as hard as he felt. He gasped when Michael broke the kiss, and no amount of air made Sam any less breathless.
“You have condoms and lube?”
That question hammered home exactly what was about to happen. Sam froze. God, he wanted and needed this. But— But— To be fucked by a stranger in his hotel room?
He must have telegraphed his hesitation. Michael kissed him, this time on the cheek. “You can say no. It’s fine. This is fast and intense.”
Intense was too soft a word. Sam’s nerves wanted to crawl out of his body and every inch of his skin flickered from numb to on fire. Pain and pleasure. “You’ve done this before. I haven’t.”
Michael loosened his grip on Sam’s arms. “A man like you? Surely you’ve picked up guys before.”
Sam grabbed Michael’s wrists before the other man could back away. He would not lose this chance to his own apprehension. “Picked up, yes.” In undergrad, before he’d learned the hard way that preferring men was more than frowned upon in the top echelon of business. “Been picked up? Never.”
Michael’s smile was slight, but warm. “There’s a first time for everything.”
Hints of gold colored Michael’s dark brown eyes. That had been obscured by Michael’s glasses before, but this close Sam saw through the lenses. Michael would let him go if Sam wanted to back out, that much was obvious.
How long had it been since he’d let someone take control? College?High school?Jesus. He pushed the knot in his throat aside to speak. “I have condoms and lube. In my suitcase.” Because he hadn’t come to Curaçao just toflirt. Heat blazed in Sam’s chest and throat, but the impish grin on Michael’s face washed away Sam’s apprehension.
