AllFreeNovel
Share Us
And he was. Cole was so relaxed he wanted to close his eyes and get lost in this fantasy all night.
How can this all be a fucking gimmick?
How could Spencer look at him with such heat and not feel it in the same places he did?
Cole cleared his throat. “It feels good. Thank you.”
“Wonderful. That’s what I wanna hear.”
Spencer crossed his long legs and turned his body toward him. He gazed at Cole as if he was the only one who mattered.
“I want you to feel that way all evening, Cole.”
Damn. He wished he could have this comfort when he went home each night.
Cole draped his arm across the back of the leather cushion and ran his fingertips over the delicate fabric of Spencer’s sweater.
The reaction was subtle and controlled, but Cole saw it. His touch had an effect. A good one.
Spencer ran the back of his hand down Cole’s tie, his eyelids heavy, his drawl lazy. “I have a feeling you’re a fragrance man, Cole.”
Spencer held his hand in the air. Lyndon appeared out of nowhere and slid a gold foil-wrapped cigar in between his fingers, then disappeared.
“For you, I insisted on only the best.”
“That does smell nice,” Cole murmured. He and Spencer were close enough to hear each other’s whispers. “I don’t think I’ve seen this brand before.”
“Well, here you’ll find we haveexactlywhat you’ve been looking for, Cole.”
Spencer slid the length of the cigar beneath Cole’s nose. He inhaled the robust scent of the premium tobacco, allowing the enticing fragrances of fig, vanilla, and cedar to flood his senses.
They held eye contact for a long moment, letting that loaded statement linger between them.
Spencer expertly clipped the cap of Cole’s cigar, then removed a Zippo lighter from his pocket.
Spencer readied it for him like a professional, rotating and toasting the foot before he eased the head between his full lips. Once it was lit, Spencer took a long, alluring puff, watching Cole through the thick plume of smoke.
Fuck. Me.
Spencer licked his bottom lip, then placed the cigar between Cole’s thumb and finger. He took his own shallow puff and let the smoke linger in his mouth before he exhaled it in the opposite direction of Spencer’s face.
“Thank you. It tastes amazing,” he sighed after another inhale.
“Do you taste the clove and the sweetness on your tongue?” Spencer asked, watching him beneath hooded eyelids.
Does smoking turn you on, baby?
Cole played up his pleasure. “Mmm, I do. I prefer sweet over spicy.”
Spencer smirked. “You look the type.”
Cole laughed, feeling more relaxed than he had in years. Since his big brother had passed away in a helicopter crash two years ago, he hadn’t smiled or laughed much.
His brother, Coleman the Fourth, had been the face of the company, the wonder boy. He would’ve loved this fucking place; his big brother had often indulged in the finer things in life.
Cole had been the creative genius behind the scenes, holed up in his New York loft, designing some of the rarest collections of jewelry in the world.
They’d been a kickass team until an intoxicated helicopter pilot had destroyed it all in one night.
