Page 25 of Fool’s Gold

Matt met his eyes. “What did you have in mind?”

CHAPTERELEVEN

Matt hadn’t beena hundred percent sure what he expected when Jack offered to celebrate, but when he met Jack’s eyes and issued his challenge, he knew what he was offering. He wasn’t quite sure when he went from wanting Jack off the case to attraction, but there wasn’t anything quite like a major win to get Matt in the mood. And Jack—well, Jack would have been Matt’s type anyway.

He knew Jack wasn’t in it for a relationship. Matt was typically a relationship kind of guy, but a relationship wasn’t in the cards for him right now, and might never be again. Jack was here, and he seemed willing. Although, maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he just wanted some champagne.

Jack stopped the elevator and pulled Matt in for a searing, filthy kiss. It was nothing like the kiss they’d had at the royal whatever. Then, Jack had been playing a part. Now, he was being real, or at least as real as he ever got. He cradled Matt’s face with his hands and took everything he could get, breath, taste, and soul.

Matt had never been the kind of guy to do things by halves. He gave Jack everything he could and more.

He released the elevator, so close to Matt their shoulders touched. Even that little bit of contact was almost too much for Matt and for a moment, he considered just going to town right here in the elevator. But he didn’t have lube or condoms, and neither of them was an eighteen-year-old kid who would just spring back from the discomfort of sex in an elevator.

Besides, there were cameras.

Norah wasn’t in the main, open space when the elevator spat them out.

Patrice was in the kitchen, washing up some dishes from lunch. She eyed them both as they emerged from the elevator and grinned. “Don’t mind me. Norah will be asleep for a while now.”

Matt congratulated himself on hiring the best carers for his grandmother. Norah had been the one to make the final choice, but right now, Matt was feeling good enough to give himself some credit anyway.

He pulled Jack toward the bedroom, waved to Patrice in thanks, and closed the door behind them.

It was only once he had Jack in the bedroom that he realized this might not be what Jack had in mind. “Are you sure you want this?”

Jack’s response was to strip Matt of his polo shirt. “Hell yeah. I told you this called for a celebration, didn’t I? Besides, look at you. Anyone into men would want you.” He tossed the shirt onto a nearby chair and kissed him again. This time, he dragged his lips from Matt’s mouth down his jawline and down his neck, nibbling down his collarbone and chest until he got to Matt’s nipples.

Matt gripped Jack’s hips. He had no idea how Jack knew exactly how to turn him on, but he did. Usually, it took his partners a while to know him this well—but the way Jack made him feel right now, there were no other guys. There was no company, there was no scandal, there was no city full of murderers looking for his head. There was only Jack.

Jack came up for air and got rid of his own shirt. Matt had only seen him fully dressed, but his suits and polo shirts hid a powerful physique. He’d gotten a hint during their dance and when he’d stolen Jack’s gun during the cafeteria incident, but seeing it was different from feeling it. He didn’t have a ton of chest hair, but he had a dusting and a little bit of a treasure trail peeking up from just above his belt.

Jack wasn’t worried about his own clothing. He was too busy dealing with Matt’s belt and fly. “Can I?”

“Please.” Matt didn’t know what he was agreeing to, and he didn’t care. He just wanted more.

Jack smirked and got rid of the remains of his own clothing. He freed Matt from the tyranny of his pants and tossed them into the same heap.

“I want you on the bed,” he said.

Matt rushed to comply. Any remaining doubts or insecurities fled from his mind as soon as Jack reached for the lube and condoms in his nightstand. Maybe he was being desperate and needy, and maybe he should be focusing on the company at a time like this, but he could no more say no to this than he could tell his lungs to stop breathing. He both needed and wanted this.

Jack was a beautiful man. His pale skin caught the light just right, making Matt’s mouth water. He knew they weren’t a couple; this was just a one-time thing. He could let his barriers fall, for a little while anyway. He could let himself relax and just enjoy what Jack had to offer.

He spread his legs as Jack approached, lube in hand. Anticipation and desire wrapped themselves around each other in ways he didn’t think he’d ever felt before.

Jack slicked up his fingers. He lay beside Matt, head on his chest as he probed into his body. Matt hadn’t been with anyone in a while, and it took a minute for him to relax into the welcome intrusion. He would get there though. It felt too good not to.

Jack didn’t seem to mind. He murmured to Matt about how good he felt, how he couldn’t wait to get inside of him.

Eventually, Jack added another finger, and then a third. Matt had his head thrown back by now. He felt open in the best way. Matt was ready long before Jack judged it proper to roll the condom on, slick himself up, and line himself up with his hole.

He sank himself into Matt with short, shallow thrusts, working his way inside with more patience than Matt would have thought possible. Matt rocked his hips almost involuntarily. He knew he needed more, wanted more, but he didn’t want to rush Jack. And it had been a damn long time since he’d felt so full. At the same time, it was all he wanted, all he needed right now. Every inch Jack moved felt like a revelation, and Matt couldn’t believe he’d denied himself for so long.

When Jack finally bottomed out, Matt wrapped his long legs around Jack’s narrow waist. Jack was giving him a moment to adjust, which was kind of him. He needed it, and he knew he did, but more than adjustment, Matt wanted the friction.

“Fuck me,” he whispered, when he’d gotten as adjusted as he could.

Jack didn’t need to be told twice. He snapped his hips back and slammed into Matt. Then he did it again and again. Matt cried out as Jack nudged his prostate. His every nerve was lit up, on fire and alive in ways he couldn’t explain and hadn’t expected. Only Jack had ever made him feel like this, only ever Jack.

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