“I wasteasing. You look so delicious that I want to stay here and do lots of filthy things to you, sure, but I didn’t mean we wereactuallyskipping our date.”
Nate relaxed, but only just. “Oh. I, um.” He swallowed again. “Oh.” He gave a hesitant smile, and the burnt coffee smell of his anxiety lessened.
Cooper was still confused. “Nate, why did you agree to staying in if you didn’t want to?”
Nate shrugged. “I mean. You call the shots, right? Since you’re the one paying.”
Cooper’s stomach dropped.Fuck.“Nate, no. It’s not—” He let out a groan and tipped his head back, wondering what he’d done that had made Nate assume he was the kind of entitled wanker who’d change plans just because he wanted to get his dick wet. “Nate,” he tried again. “It’s not like that.”
“Pretty sure it’s just like that,” Nate said. “You pay, we play.”
Cooper ran a hand down his face and wondered how he’d fucked up so badly. “I’mnot like that,” he said. “We might have entered into a contract, but that doesn’t mean I call all the shots. I don’t intend to spend the next week with you chained to the bed.” He put a hand on Nate’s shoulder and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, desperate to reassure him.
There was a moment’s silence, then Nate snorted, his scent returning to its normal base notes of sea breeze and vanilla. “Nah, mate. Chains are extra.”
Cooper barked out a startled laugh, and his gut uncoiled as the tension between them eased. “No chains, noted,” he said, then cupped Nate’s face in his hands and kissed him again, just to make himself feel better.
Nate let out a breathy sigh against his lips, one hand making its way to the back of Cooper’s head and messing up his hairstyle, but Cooper didn’t give a fuck right now, not when Nate was kissing him back with such eagerness.
It took all of Cooper’s self-control to end the kiss, but he managed it. He took a second to clear his head and pulled his phone out, fingers flying, because if he didn’t get them out of here right now, there was no guarantee they’d make their reservation. “Uber’s on its way,” he said, his breathing rapid. “Six minutes.”
Nate nodded, wearing a dazed expression. “Right. Dinner.” He traced a fingertip over his bottom lip, and it was distracting as fuck. Cooper wondered if six minutes was long enough to back Nate into a wall, drop to his knees and blow him.
Just as he took a step forward to test the theory, Nate held up a hand. “Whatever you’re thinking of doing, save it for later.”
“Who says I was thinking of doing anything?” Cooper protested, hands spread wide to show his innocence.
Nate smirked, looking far too pleased with himself. “Coop, your eyes were glowing.”
Cooper’s jaw dropped. “No, they weren’t.”
Nate held up his thumb and forefinger in a pinch. “Little bit, mate.”
Well, shit. It wasn’t the first time Cooper’s eyes had glowed gold when he was aroused, but the last time it had happened, he’d been a pup of sixteen, just discovering what his dick was for, and still learning to keep them both—the pupandthe dick—under control. He did his best to change the subject. “Oh, so it’s Coop now, huh?”
“It suits you,” Nate said. “It’s all, like, rakish and debonair and shit. And it’s sexy as fuck—like you.”
“Well, in that case,” Cooper said, “I like it.”
Nate’s smirk grew into a full-blown smile, all teeth and gorgeousness, and Cooper felt a warm glow in his chest at the fact that it was directed at him.
His phone buzzed in his hand and after he’d read the message, he held the phone up. “Our driver, Ahmed, will meet us in three minutes.”
“See? You wouldn’t have had time for what you were planning.” Nate quirked an eyebrow. “What wereyou gonna do, anyway?”
“Oh,” Cooper said, low and sultry, “I was just going to blow you, that’s all. Back you up against that wall, fish your dick out and get it all spit-slick and sloppy, then let you slide it right down my throat nice and easy, choke me on that thick fucking thing.” He turned towards the door, congratulating himself on the wave of lust that rolled off Nate, and called over his shoulder, “But like you said, no time. Shame. Shall we go?”
Nate’s breathing hitched, and hewhinedas he followed Cooper to the door. “Fuckinghell, Coop. That’s just cruel.”
Cooper gave him a bright smile. “Oh, I don’t know. I mean, there’s always later, right? And now I get to spend the entire evening watching you squirm in anticipation, andyouget a phenomenal blow job after dinner.”
The look Nate gave him was nothing short of scorching. Desire stirred deep in Cooper’s belly. “Fuck yeah, I do. And since you say you’renotcalling all the shots, I’m telling you now, we’re not staying for dessert.”
“Of course not,” Cooper said. He stood aside to let Nate exit, then squeezed his arse as he passed, adding, “The sweetest thing on the menu tonight is you, baby.”
* * * *
Teasing Nate had been a tactical error, because Cooper hadn’t accounted for one possibility—that Nate would tease him back.
