Chapter 8

Gabriel

That meeting was awful! I rub the tension in my neck and forehead. How the fuck am I going to do all the research and polling needed to come up with a fantastic presentation in only a month? I feel as if the shareholders want me to fail! I am sick of playing their games, but this is my company!

The commute back to Thomas and Claudia’s house is relatively short and I pull into the driveway relieved this day is over. I notice Rhett’s car in the driveway, but I figured it would be. This means it will just be the two of us home with one another. The thought has flashes of tempting scenarios flashing through my mind’s eye. The tension hasn’t left me yet as I enter my best friend’s home. My eyes instantly land on a sight that creates a different kind of tension.

Rhett is standing in the kitchen, shirtless, wearing nothing but skin tight black jeans with his tattooed torso and arms completely exposed as he leans against the counter eating a bowl of ice cream. It is cold outside. How can he possibly stand to eat icecream shirtless with the chill in the air? My eyes follow the movement of his spoon as he seductively takes a bite and licks the spoon with his eyes on me. His goose pimpled skin and hard nipples make me want to explore his flesh. My breath hitches when he smirks and gestures for me to step closer.

“Want some, Gabe? I bet you would like it…the ice cream that is. It’s my favorite flavor, Mocha Chip with a Sweet Cream Swirl,” Rhett says in the most alluring, breathy voice I have heard from a man who isn’t in the throws of passion. His eyes stay on mine but flutter half closed as he swirls his tongue over the bite on his spoon then extends the bite to me.

I almost expect Rhett to add, “I know for certain you would like me served up on a platter for you.” But I am both surprised and relieved he only implies it without voicing it out loud.

I hesitate but take a tentative bite keeping my eyes on his and humming at the rich, smooth flavor. It is delicious and so isn’t the look he gives me. This boy is far too seductive for either of our own good. 

“It’s good, isn’t it? It tastes even better when we share it alone,” Rhett teases with a smirk and wink.

“D-do you have something in mind?” I stutter, knowing this is not innocent.

“Follow me and find out, unless you are too much of a pussy to claim what you desire,” Rhett taunts and saulters upstairs with his pants slung low and showing the waistband of his underwear, which is black with rainbow lettering. 

Somehow, Rhett’s pride underwear make his look even more sexy. Knowing he is well endowed and pierced makes my cock twitch with need.

I feel my pants grow tighter as I watch the globes of his perfect ass ascend the stairs and he looks over his shoulder at me. I follow, knowing for certain this is going to be naughty and I will need to take control soon or else he will have the upper hand and I can not whip him into shape if that happens.

My eyes drink in the movements of Rhett’s body, admiring the taught, lean muscles and how they are chorded, tightening and loosening, stretching and coiling with his movements. Each movement is a symphony of movement and his body is a work of art, punctuated with his scent. He smells like coffee, sweat, honey, black currant, sandalwood, jasmine and cloves. I bet his cologne and shampoo add to some of those scents. I saw his cologne, shampoo and body wash in the bathroom between our bedrooms.

When we reach Rhett’s room, I am slammed up against the door and his cold sweet lips meet mine before Rhett deepens the kiss and I taste the sweet cold treat as our tongues swirl around the bit he had just placed in his mouth. The kiss becomes a sensual and intimate experience that makes me almost lose myself and moan. I need to turn the tables fast, but the way Rhett is kissing me makes my knees go weak. His lips are soft yet firm and his tongue is strong yet flexible as it explores every inch of my mouth, the way I am also doing to him.

I want to feel my skin against Rhett’s. I want to make him kneel an fuck that pretty mouth of his while telling him who he belongs to and that from now on I will call the shots.I want to make him hold his submissive position for hours while I do the work I need to do or read my book. I want to have him ready to beg for release before I even touch him, but I also want to smack that perfect ass until it is pink and he's whimpering.

Rhett will not ever need to question who is in charge once I train him to be my good boy. I know I can do it even if it is a challenge. Rhett is capable of being a good boy as long as he remembers he can’t have everything he wants exactly when he wants it.

I pull my necktie off. Then, Rhett pulls my jacket off and continues kissing me as he strips my shirt off of me. I wrap my tie around his neck and feel his smile against my lips. He lets out a high moan and his eyes show an intense hunger. I loosen my tie, but still hold it around Rhett’s throat so I can tighten it if I need to. Rhett kisses my neck and down my chest, stopping to suck and nibble each of my nipples as his hands work to unfasten my belt and pants.  Rhett reaches in my pants and frees my straining length, allowing it to spring free of its confines. He trails his tongue down my abdomen and kneels in front of me and then looks up through his long, dark eye lashes and bites his lower lip.

Rhett knows exactly what he is doing and he is going to get punished for his attempts at seducing me, even if it is working.

“You want me to suck you. Don’t you, Daddy?” Rhett asks in a pleading submissive voice that I know means he has figured out I like to be dominant, but he is still controlling the narrative at the moment.

I am about to answer and put him in his place, turning this bad boy into my bratty little sub, when I hear footsteps on the stairs and outside the door, followed by Thomas’s voice calling out to me from my bedroom. The words die on my tongue and I stare at Rhett who smirks mischievously making my eyes blow even wider.

You have got to be kidding me!