Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
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Tokyo Heat
Nights Series Book 3
A.M. Salinger
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Tokyo Heat (Nights Series Book 3)
Copyright © 2018 by A.M. Salinger
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
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Chapter 1
Shit!
Gabe gave his inbox a final glance, logged off, and rose from his desk. He glanced out of the panoramic windows to his left as he shrugged into his suit jacket.
Dusk cast red and orange streaks across the sky above Tokyo, the light washing through the glass and painting amber shadows on the crisp white walls of his office. He looked at his watch, cursed under his breath, and grabbed his bag.
He was five minutes late.
Gabe’s gaze collided with a curious stare as he turned toward the door. A man with dark blond hair and blue eyes stood watching him, one shoulder propped against the frame.
“Got plans for the weekend?” he drawled, cocking an elegant eyebrow.
Gabe smiled, hoping his restlessness didn’t show.
“Yes, I do.”
Rhys Damon studied him for a moment longer before letting out a sigh.
“Ah, to be in love and shacked up.”
Gabe felt his ears grow warm at his boss’s teasing expression.
“I wouldn’t go as far as that,” he mumbled.
“I thought you’d moved in with him,” Rhys said, surprise flashing in his blue gaze. “What’s it been? Six months?”
“I did, and it’s been six and a half,” Gabe muttered.
Not that I’m counting.
He swallowed a groan at Rhys’s sudden sly grin.
“I just sent you the final plans for the Hudson resort,” Gabe said. “Let me know—”
“Rhys!” someone suddenly barked from across the expanse of the open-plan office space outside.
They turned and stared at the hulking, dark-haired man standing in the doorway of a glass room on the opposite side of the floor. Wade Tucker—the other brain behind the incredibly successful, multi-award-winning Chicago-based design firm currently taking Tokyo by storm—scowled at Rhys.
Rhys grimaced.
“It seems the big bad wolf has awakened.” He glanced at Gabe. “Quick, run before he sinks his teeth into you too.”
Gabe hurried toward the elevator and glanced over his shoulder at the two men facing each other stiffly across the empty office. He doubted he was the only one who had noticed the increasing tension between the firm’s partners over the last year.
Best friends since their college days, Rhys Damon and Wade Tucker had followed in each other’s footsteps throughout their early careers, often as rivals bidding for the same contracts. They’d finally set up shop as Damon & Tucker. Twelve years on and their company was now among the top twenty in the business for luxury interior design, consulting, and branding, catering to some of the most exclusive resorts and hotel chains around the world, as well as affluent private clients.
All thoughts of his bosses’ woes fled Gabe’s mind when he exited the lift and entered the lobby of the glass-and-steel edifice that housed the Tokyo branch of the firm.
A man stood leaning against a navy-blue Jaguar saloon parked at the curb outside, hands tucked in the pockets of his tailored suit and powerful legs crossed at the ankles. He seemed oblivious to the stares he was drawing from the passersby and office workers leaving the building, his eyes focused on the foyer.
Although the car was a stunning piece of art and engineering, Gabe knew it was its dark-haired owner who had captured the avid interest of the men and women openly ogling him.
Gabe’s pulse jumped when he met the man’s gunmetal stare through the glass wall. He still couldn’t quite believe that he was going out with Cam Sorvino, the king of one-night stands. His gaze dropped from Cam’s stunning face and full lips, to his stubbled jaw and hard physique.
Nor can I believe I’ve had sex with that gorgeous body.
Heat warmed Gabe’s cheeks when he recalled the last time they’d shared a bed.
It had been over a week ago, a fact that had obviously frustrated Cam as he barely let Gabe sleep that night. His job as an asset manager for one of the biggest investment firms in Asia had taken him to Singapore for most of the last month and he only returned to Tokyo on the weekends, often late on Saturday afternoons.
Though Gabe loved nothing more than being in Cam’s arms, he knew the commute was taking its toll on his lover, which was why he’d asked Cam to fly back early this week.
Cam’s gaze grew heavy-lidded as Gabe crossed the sidewalk and approached the car. Gabe knew that if it wasn’t for the people around them, Cam would have pulled him into his embrace and kissed him senseless. Gabe stifled a sigh, somewhat grateful for their audience.
Once they started touching each other, there would be no stopping them. And Cam’s libido had turned voracious as of late, his appetite not even remotely quenched until they’d had at least four rounds of toe-curling sex and Gabe’s voice was hoarse from crying and moaning in pleasure.
“I’ve packed us a couple of overnight bags, like you instructed,” Cam said in a smoky voice that sent tingles down Gabe’s spine as he opened the passenger door of the Jag. “So, where are we headed, Mr. Anderson?”
Gabe slipped onto the cream leather seat and waited until Cam climbed in beside him before giving him the address of the place he’d booked them in for the weekend.
Cam raised an eyebrow.
“The beach?” His lips curved. “Does this mean I get to see you in swim trunks?”
Gabe’s pulse skittered at the passionate gleam in the gray eyes watching him.
“It’s a hot springs, so, no.”
Cam grinned.
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��Even better. You’ll be naked.”
Gabe rolled his eyes as Cam started the engine and steered the Jag around.
Although the drive to the Izu Peninsula took over two hours, the time flew by while they chatted about their week, soft jazz music playing from the speakers as the vehicle ate away the miles.
Cam’s eyes widened when he drove into the paved courtyard of the traditional Japanese inn sitting on the small spur of land jutting out from the coastline, the headlights briefly illuminating the golden stretch of sand leading to the Pacific Ocean. He parked the car, his gaze lingering on the open vista before switching to Gabe.
“Nice.”
Gabe smiled, a flutter of excitement sending his pulse racing at the night he’d planned for them.
“I’m glad you like it.”
They collected their bags from the trunk and headed for the entrance.
Cam hesitated when they reached the porch, his hand on the handle of the front door.
“You didn’t design this one too, did you?”
Gabe blinked. His ears grew hot as he suddenly recollected the exclusive Tokyo hotel where they’d first made love a year ago. It was where he’d also rather splendidly lost his cherry to the magnificent man beside him. Gabe’s cock twitched as he thought of that night. Though sex with Cam always blew his mind, their first time together was incredibly precious to Gabe.
It was Cam who had finally helped him overcome the trauma of his past, when he’d nearly been raped by five men who’d paid his then boyfriend to tape their vile acts on camera, leaving him unable to sleep with anyone for over eight years despite regularly seeing a therapist. The gentle yet passionate way Cam had made love to him that time, how Cam had engraved his touch and scent on Gabe’s body until he utterly and completely lost himself in the act, how he’d brought Gabe to one earth-shattering climax after another—all of it were priceless memories Gabe would take to his grave. Not that he would ever admit this to Cam.
Gabe chuckled at his lover’s guarded expression.
“No, I didn’t design this place.”
Relief flashed across Cam’s face.
“Good. I’d seriously feel as if I were committing blasphemy otherwise.” Cam sniffed. “Not that sex with you isn’t the most unholy, wicked thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. I mean, there’s some stuff we’ve done that I—”
“Shut up, Cam!” Gabe hissed, clamping a hand over Cam’s mouth as a hostess headed across the foyer toward them.
Cam grinned and licked Gabe’s palm. Gabe swallowed a groan at the tingle that shot through him.
This erotic asshole.
Chapter 2
Appreciation dawned in Cam’s eyes as they were led through the luxurious ryokan to their private suite. The five-star inn only housed fifteen rooms, which made it that much more intimate for the guests willing to pay the high three-figure-a-night fee it cost to stay there.
Cam paused inside their room and scanned the beautiful blend of traditional and modern furniture occupying the open-plan living space while Gabe thanked their hostess before she left the room. On the opposite side of an expanse of dark wood floor, next to a king-size bed set on a raised platform, sliding doors led to a terrace and a large, private open-air bath overlooking the beachfront and the ocean beyond. Lanterns cast a mellow light on the steam rising from the still surface of the spring waters, the distant sound of the surf crashing on the shoreline a rhythmic lullaby.
Cam soundlessly crossed the floor and trailed his hand along the bottle of champagne sitting in an ice bucket on a low table by the sliding doors. He smiled at Gabe and slowly licked the drops of condensation on his fingertips.
Gabe shivered, anticipation coiling at the base of his spine at the teasing light in Cam’s eyes and the sight of Cam’s pink tongue dragging across his skin.
“Really nice,” Cam murmured. He popped the cork and poured the foaming, golden liquid into the two champagne glasses on the tray before handing one to Gabe. “So, when do I get to eat you?”
Gabe’s jaw fell open. He groaned when he registered Cam’s keen expression.
“You fucking sex demon. The only thing you’re gonna be eating in the next hour is dinner, so behave yourself.”
Cam pursed his lips, fake disappointment twisting his handsome features.
“That’s too bad.”
A hot gleam darkened Cam’s eyes when he spied what lay on the bed. It was a pair of yukatas, the traditional kimonos favored at Japanese inns.
“I wonder if they’ll indulge my request to serve dinner on your naked body,” Cam muttered absentmindedly.
Gabe nearly choked on his champagne. The torrid image that flashed across his mind, of Cam’s strong white teeth nibbling him from his head all the way to his toes, had his cock throbbing.
“No way!” Gabe said, flushing.
Cam waggled his eyebrows. “I got you thinking about it though, didn’t I?”
Gabe chuckled at his lover’s playful expression. “You horny bastard.”
Cam glanced at Gabe where he washed himself under the outdoor shower next to him. They’d finished dinner a while back and had spent the last hour sitting on the terrace, talking and drinking sake while they enjoyed the balmy night air, Japan’s summer heat moderated by the cool breeze blowing off the ocean.
The sexual tension that wound around and between them as the minutes ticked by had sent a shiver of excitement running through Cam. They had changed into the yukatas for their meal. The way the silvery garment hugged Gabe’s body and allowed Cam tantalizing glimpses of his lover’s chest and thighs made him decide there and then to buy him several of the damn things just so he could peel them off him when they had sex.
“Want to get in the bath?” Gabe had finally murmured, color high on his cheekbones.
Cam had smiled at his sweetly shy expression. Even though they’d made love hundreds of times before, Gabe’s adorable bashfulness on occasions like this never failed to bring out Cam’s possessive nature. The fact that the bewitchingly gorgeous man sitting opposite him belonged to him, body and soul, was something Cam truly relished.
He’d nodded his acquiescence and watched as Gabe disrobed and walked to the first outdoor shower. Gabe’s broad shoulders as the water flowed on him, the transparent streams racing down the delicious curve of his spine and over his gorgeous butt before dripping into the shadowy space at the apex of his strong thighs and running down his legs—all of it had Cam’s mouth watering in anticipation. He’d shrugged off his own kimono and joined Gabe under the second shower, anxious to start their foreplay.
Cam could tell Gabe was conscious of his penetrating gaze from the way his ears flamed and his dick swelled up against his toned belly, just as he himself was conscious of Gabe’s fleeting glances. He turned off the shower a moment later and ran his fingers through his hair, pretending to ignore Gabe’s eyes on him as he stood gloriously naked next to him, his own cock at full mast.
Four steps took Cam to the open-air bath. He slipped into the hot water, glanced at the box of condoms and the bottle of lube within hand’s reach, and turned to watch Gabe as he turned off the shower.
Cam’s cock throbbed at the sight of a flushed and clearly aroused Gabe staring hotly at him.
“Come here,” he murmured.
Chapter 3
Gabe complied and slid into the bath next to Cam. Cam reached out and pulled Gabe into his arms, ripples sloshing around them. They both groaned when their bodies touched, chest-to-chest and groin-to-groin, Gabe’s hard shaft rising out of the water to rub against Cam’s straining dick.
Cam cradled Gabe’s face in his hands and kissed him hungrily, like a starving man feasting on his last meal. Gabe opened his lips and allowed Cam inside, his own tongue rising eagerly to meet Cam’s.
Heat shot to Gabe’s cock at the electrifying way Cam was claiming his mouth. He moaned and melted against Cam, hands rising to grip his lover’s shoulders, fingers biting into the taut flesh as pleasure pulsed through
him.
Cam dropped his hands to Gabe’s back and ran them down his spine, fingers massaging the tense muscles under his fingertips. Cam dipped his hands in the water and squeezed the firm, toned flesh of Gabe’s butt. Gabe arched, his hips flexing reflexively against Cam’s. Cam swallowed Gabe’s throaty gasp and slid a finger down Gabe’s cleft until he found his tight opening.
Gabe stiffened when Cam played with the puckered folds, anticipation sending a delicious spasm deep inside his passage. He spread his legs to allow Cam better access and reached down to palm their hard cocks, his fingers rubbing the both of them while Cam continued teasing him beneath the surface of the water.
Cam growled and moved his lips to Gabe’s left ear, nipping at the lobe. Gabe shuddered, his hole squeezing tight before slowly opening.
“Oh!” Gabe’s ears flamed as the hot water seeped inside his body.
Cam slipped the tip of his index finger inside Gabe and slowly ran it around the tight rim of his hole.
Gabe cursed and twitched as fiery tingles sparked through his entire body from where Cam played with his entrance. He accelerated his strokes on their cocks, his breath coming in hard pants as his fingers worked their wet shafts. Cam groaned and bit Gabe’s neck gently before suddenly grabbing him by the waist. He lifted him up and plopped him down on the edge of the bath.
Gabe gasped when Cam parted his knees and lifted his legs up in the air, driving him back onto his elbows. Cam hooked Gabe’s calves over his shoulders, pushed his thighs back toward his chest, and dipped his head to swallow Gabe’s aching cock.
Gabe cried out, head falling back while he rolled his hips, his ass lifting off the wooden deck as pleasure rippled through him. Gabe moaned as Cam worked his stiff cock with his lips and tongue, repeatedly teasing the sensitive head with flicks and whirls before nibbling and sucking the glistening, veiny shaft and Gabe’s tightening balls.
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