BO’S knees nearly gave out when Adam moved away. He grasped the edge of the granite counter to steady himself and thanked everything good in the world he’d done so when Adam’s next move was to drop his shorts. And his underwear. All at once.
“Oh crap.” Bo wobbled on trembling legs and redoubled his grip on the counter. He tried to force his eyes upward, but they latched on to Adam’s impressive dick and wouldn’t let go.
A rumbling laugh filled the room, and Adam waved a hand in front of his groin, snapping Bo out of his cock trance. “I’m hoping the whole bug-eyed thing means you like what you see, but I’m hoping even more you’ll return the favor. I want you naked.”
Bo curled his lips in as his gaze raked over every perfectly sculpted muscle on Adam’s body. How did a man like that want a twig like Bo? The daily workouts had made precious little change to his slender frame.
Heat rose up his chest and bloomed over his face. Under the harsh, bright bathroom lights, there’d be no hiding from Adam. Would he realize his mistake when he got Bo undressed and saw how little he had to work with? The flush boiled hotter as his eyes darted back to Adam’s dick. It was at least twice the size of his.
This was a mistake.
“Hey. Look at me.” Adam stepped closer, placing his cool palms over Bo’s flaming cheeks. Bo did as Adam asked, his pulse racing when their gazes met. “We don’t have to do this. It’s never too late to say no or stop. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. Not for even a second.”
“Ugh. I do want this. More than anything. I just….” Bo glanced between them and frowned. Adam’s Greek godlike body was utter perfection no matter what angle he viewed it from. “What if I’m not, you know, enough? I don’t want to disappoint you.”
This was stupid. When had he ever worried about his body? The few men he’d been with had never much cared what he looked like. He’d never had time to really date anyone, so they’d been stupid hookups he always regretted later.
Was that the difference now? Was it because he cared for Adam? Because he gave a crap what Adam thought?
“Bo.” Adam grazed his thumbs over Bo’s cheekbones. His face was drawn into hard, serious lines. “You will never disappoint me. You’re a stunning man, both inside and out. I’m insanely turned on by you and have been since day one. More so now than then, though, and not because your body changed from exercise.”
The steam from the bath hung between them like a physical representation of the lust and longing that had colored their relationship from the start. Adam was right. Whatever he’d felt for him that first day, it was nothing compared to how he felt now. It was more than physical attraction that drew him to Adam.
“I’m a man who appreciates beauty, as evidenced by my initial reaction to you.” Adam lifted one corner of his lips in a lopsided grin. His thumbs continued to stroke Bo’s cheeks. “However, what really gets me is what’s inside. And you, Beauregard Wilkins, have a gorgeous heart.”
“Cheese and rice.” Bo blew out a breath and clamped his hands over Adam’s wrists. “You know all the right things to say, don’t you?”
Adam chuckled. “I say it how it is, that’s all. I’m a no-bullshit kinda guy. I’ve found sticking to the truth is the best way to get what you want outta life.”
He could call it that if he wanted, but Adam wasn’t spouting words aimed at getting Bo to cave. Most guys in this situation could probably come up with a suave comment or two to get themselves laid. But that wasn’t Adam’s goal. He wanted Bo to be comfortable. To feel beautiful, or at the very least believe he was in Adam’s eyes. A feat his words had managed to accomplish. For now, at least.
“Okay, so what I’m hearing you say is you want me to strip.”
“Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner.” Adam’s grin lit up the room, putting the vanity spotlights to shame. “Bob, why don’t you show the man what he’s won?”
“Bob?” Bo screwed up his face. “Who’s Bob?”
Adam gaped. “Holy shit. Are you so young you don’t know who Bob Barker is? The host from The Price is Right?”
“Don’t you mean Drew Carey?”
Shaking his head, Adam let his hands fall and his shoulders slump. “I really am a dinosaur, aren’t I?”
All levity aside, Bo didn’t want Adam to fall down the same insecure rabbit hole he’d just clawed free of. Being naked—even with a body as flawless as Adam’s—could make a guy feel vulnerable. Especially if he was standing there alone in his bareness.
With unsteady hands, Bo pulled his T-shirt over his head. He dropped it to the floor and braced himself for Adam to cringe with barely hidden disappointment. But Adam didn’t. He straightened his shoulders, his eyes alert and sparkling as he took in Bo’s revealed flesh.
A twinge of self-doubt had Bo folding his arms to cover the flatness of his chest. “You may be a dinosaur, but you’ve got the body of a demigod.”
Adam flicked his gaze to meet Bo’s. His decidedly nonflat pecs flexed as he clenched and unclenched his fists. A flash of wicked mirth mingled with the lust in his stormy eyes. “Demigod? Why only a demigod?”
“Oh, for frick’s sake.” The man was incorrigible, but his flippant confidence did wonders for Bo’s. He laughed and gave his shorts a tug. When they fell to the floor—boxer briefs and all—Adam’s stare turned predatory. Bo puffed out his chest, puny though it was, and reveled in the admiration. “Get in the tub, you beast, before the water gets cold.”
Rather than slipping into the bubbles as instructed, Adam stalked forward and scooped Bo into his arms. Bo flailed in surprise, then clung to Adam’s shoulders as he lowered them both into the sudsy, aromatic water.
Bo waited for Adam to stretch out, and then he shifted to straddle his lap, as he’d done on the couch that morning. He planted his palms on the slick flesh of Adam’s pecs to steady himself. Their dicks slid together with such delicious, lubricated friction they both cried out at the contact. Spurred on by the blissful rush of heat and heaven that flooded his body at the feel of Adam’s bare skin pressed against his own, Bo rolled his hips again. And again.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” Adam’s fingers dug into Bo’s hips. He huffed out a quick breath and rolled his eyes back. “If you do that even one more time, I’m gonna blow my load. You gotta give me a minute here.”
It took more restraint than Bo could’ve imagined to hold still. He yearned to keep moving against Adam, to keep building that delectable coil of tension at his core. His cock pulsed and begged for attention. His skin tingled with the repressed electricity of each firing nerve that cried for more.
But he did as Adam asked. He paused, and he waited. He gave his body time to cool down. To absorb the miraculous feel of skin-on-skin contact he’d craved for two endless months. To enjoy Adam’s pinched face and heavy breathing as he battled his own self-control.
After a while, the incessant need to seek relief from his impending orgasm ebbed, replaced instead by an urge to simply find closeness. Adam’s countenance had relaxed a touch, so Bo risked movement again. Slowly, carefully, he threaded his arms around Adam’s ribs and rested against his chest. He nuzzled into his neck and hummed in contentment when Adam drew his arms around Bo and held him close.
“A bath was a damn fine idea.” Adam’s words rumbled through his chest and vibrated against Bo’s. “But I’m not sure I’ll be able to repeat this level of perfection. You might’ve ruined all future baths for me.”
Bo grinned. “It’s repeatable. You just have to have the right company.”
Adam rested his cheek against Bo’s temple and sighed. “I guess that means you’re stuck on bath duty for the foreseeable future.”
And didn’t that sound like its own brand of perfection? Bo’s grin widened, but before he could say anything in response, Adam stiffened.
“Shit. Bo, I didn’t mean it like that. This isn’t part of your job. You have absolutely no obligation to—”
Bo shook his head as he pushed to a sitting position. “Don’t even go there. Trust me, I’m fully aware that this”—he gestured between them—“has nothing to do with my job. You aren’t my boss right now. I don’t feel any obligation, nor do I feel any pressure to obey or fear you’ll hold anything I do—or don’t do—against me. At least, not in a professional sense.”
“Not in any sense.” Adam’s lips pressed flat and his brows pinched into a V. “There isn’t any pressure here. For any reason.”
Adam’s concern was unnecessary, but in its own way, also comforting. Not that Bo had doubted Adam’s intentions, but it was bolstering to have them confirmed. Truth be told, Bo was Adam’s employee. It was important to clarify where they both stood. To be sure they were on the same page. Because, if Bo thought this moment was off-the-job but Adam didn’t? Or vice versa?
Yeah. That’d be an issue.
“I’m off the clock, Mr. Littrell.” Bo winked when Adam cocked a brow. “And yes, no pressure. On either side. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do either.”
Adam tipped back his head and howled with laughter. “No worries there, babe. I’ve wanted to debauch our relationship from the get-go. Just had to wait for you to want the same.”
Bo squirmed with delight at the pet name. “Yeah, well, I had to get my head out of my butt first. It’s a tight fit up there. Took me a while to pry myself loose.”
A growl rolled up Adam’s throat and his firm grip returned to Bo’s hips. “You really gotta be careful what you say. I was starting to collect myself.”
It took Bo a minute to grasp what Adam meant. When the double entendre weaseled its way into his brain, he barked out a laugh. He rocked his hips and smirked. “Hey, I’m not the one who voted for a cool-off period. Me and my tight butt are ready and raring to go when you are.”
“Fuckin’ hell.” Adam gripped Bo’s waist and lifted them both out of the water in one swift, seamless move. Water sloshed onto the bathroom floor, and Bo’s stomach did a flip as he scrambled to cling to Adam’s slippery body.
A slew of colorful curses fell past Adam’s lips as he stepped out of the tub and marched into the attached master suite. He dumped Bo onto the bed, still dripping wet and covered in bath bomb remnants, and pointed a finger at his chest. “Don’t move.”
Grinning, Bo pushed to an elbow so he could enjoy the ridiculous view of Adam’s perfect backside as he stalked into the bathroom. A moment later, Adam returned semidry and holding a fresh, fluffy towel. “I’m gonna dry you off so you don’t freeze to death. Then I’m gonna explore every inch of your body until you and your tight little ass are begging for release.” He took a step forward and quirked a brow. “Any questions before we get started?”
“Nope. Not a one.” Bo eased off his elbow so he was flat on his back, spreading his arms and legs like a starfish. “I’m all yours, baby.”