“Get out, Vinnie,” Bram said with a laugh. “Go get some sleep.”
“Bye, Vinnie.” Spencer chuckled along with them. “It was nice to meet you.”
****
When they pulled into the parking garage and Spencer cut the engine, Bram put his hand over Spencer’s to stop him from exiting the car. “Can I talk to you privately before we head back into work?”
“Sure.” He left the keys in the ignition and turned in his seat.
“How late are you working tonight?”
“I have some things to get caught up on, but probably not too late. Why?”
Bram took a deep breath, like he was steeling himself for what he was about to say.
“I know this is all a business arrangement. But it’ll still be my wedding night.” He seemed to be choosing each word carefully. “I was wondering if my husband might like to spend it with me.”
Spencer was at a loss. “Bram, we agreed. This is business.” Even though the more time they spent in each other’s company, the thinner that argument grew. “You don’t have to—”
“I know, Spencer. I’m a grown ass man and don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do.” He rattled it off like he’d rehearsed. “But what if I want to?” he asked with such earnestness, Spencer was taken aback.
Bram took Spencer’s hand and threaded their fingers together once again. “This whole situation is weird, so I figured why not just ask? How much weirder could I possibly make things? The thing is, I just got married without any of the usual fanfare or whirlwind romance—no romance, period,” he said, dropping his voice. It still filled the car like a warm melody. “So I was hoping,” he continued, “we could at least do the wedding night part. I know we aren’t a couple or anything, but that kiss back there—and the one the night you drove me home. There’s something there. I know you felt it, too.”
He wasn’t wrong. Spending the night together was going to complicate things, that he knew for sure. But for some reason his words were failing him. No didn’t seem like a reasonable response.
Bram didn’t give him a chance to say it. Instead he leaned forward and took Spencer’s face in his hands. “Just think about it,” he whispered against Spencer’s lips before taking them in a searing kiss. This time there were no onlookers, and Bram teased the tip of his tongue along the seam of Spencer’s mouth. He was helpless to do anything other than let him in. Their tongues slid gently together, teasing little licks that sent heat coursing through Spencer’s veins. He could feel the blood racing south and was willing to bet Bram was in the same situation. Rather than guess, he trailed his hand down Bram’s chest and grazed the back of his fingers across his crotch. Definitely in the same boat.
“Fuck, Spencer,” Bram panted against his mouth. “This wasn’t what I had in mind.” But he continued to kiss and nip his way across Spencer’s face until he reached his neck. While Spencer gently massaged Bram’s growing erection, Bram latched onto Spencer’s neck and trailed tiny bites and kisses across his skin.
Spencer’s cellphone chose that exact moment to vibrate and ring its obnoxious chime, sending both men to their respective sides of the car.
“Oh shit, I have a conference call in fifteen minutes.”
Bram exhaled loudly. “Fuck me. I can’t go back to work like this.” He gestured at his lap.
“No, I guess not.” Spencer laughed at his predicament, but only briefly. “Here,” he said, pulling the keys from the ignition and handing them to Bram. “Stay put until you’ve worked out enough calculus problems in your head to calm down.”
“What about these?” he asked, dangling the keys from his middle finger.
“Meet me back here at six,” he said, kissing Bram quickly before he changed his mind. “Lock up before you head in,” he added, dashing off to make that call.
Chapter Eleven
Bram stood next to Spencer’s car in the deserted and dimly lit parking garage, wondering if he’d read the situation wrong. It was six fifteen and Spencer had yet to arrive. Spencer also hadn’t answered him one way or the other.
His kisses spoke volumes, though. There was no denying that kind of heat.
“Well, that’s a pretty dreamy expression.” Spencer appeared from the opposite direction, taking Bram by surprise.
“Hey,” was all he said as Spencer invaded his space, wrapping him in his arms.
“I’d love to know what you’re thinking to put that look on your face,” he said, sending shivers up and down Bram’s spine.
“Pretty much this,” he answered, allowing himself the liberty of stepping closer and running his hands up Spencer’s arms to settle on his shoulders. “Is it cool if I kiss you here?” There was nobody around at this hour on a Friday, but asking first just felt right.
“Absolutely not.” But Spencer smiled and nodded. Then he captured Bram’s lips with his own. Bram melted into Spencer’s embrace and opened to his seeking tongue. There was no hesitation this time. This kiss held all the promise of everything they’d both been trying to ignore since the moment they met. Losing himself in Spencer’s taste, Bram moaned.
The delicate flick of Spencer’s tongue against his own was intoxicating. Bram trailed his fingers across Spencer’s shoulders and carded his hands through the soft curls at his nape. Experimentally, he gave a tiny tug.
“Fuck.” Spencer pulled back, panting. “We should probably take this elsewhere.”
“I think you’re probably right,” Bram answered, filing away that reaction for later. “Where’d you have in mind?”
“My place.” Spencer nipped at his bottom lip before pulling away. “Get in.” He unlocked the doors with his key fob and sprinted around to the driver’s side.
Bram climbed in and Spencer wasted no time tearing out of the garage.
****
“Wow, this place is gorgeous.” Bram wandered into the spacious loft while Spencer locked the door behind them and hung up their coats. “And that view is something else.”
The condo wasn’t ostentatious by any means. It would probably be considered modest by most standards. It wasn’t what one would expect the CEO of a company to own. But from what Bram knew so far of Spencer, it was a perfect match to the man’s personality.
“You fit right in.” Spencer had crossed the room and was staring openly at Bram, who was fidgeting with his wedding ring, twirling it with his thumb.
“Takes some getting used to,” he said sheepishly, wriggling his fingers in the air.
“You know, you don’t have to wear it.” Spencer closed the space between them, taking Bram in his arms. “Might be a bit of a deterrent to some men.”
“Hasn’t deterred you.” Bram put his hands on Spencer’s waist, pulling him close, letting him feel the erection that hadn’t quite gone away on the car ride over. “And in case you hadn’t figured it out yet, I’m sorta into you.”
“Only ‘sorta’?” Spencer teased.
“For now.” Bram ghosted Spencer’s lips with his own. “Let’s see how the evening goes.” He gently nipped at Spencer’s bottom lip. When Spencer tightened his grip on him, Bram nipped again. He did it a third time before capturing Spencer’s mouth in a scorching kiss.
Spencer’s lips were soft but firm against his, moving slowly, and driving Bram out of his head. And when Spencer tilted his head to deepen the kiss, Bram moaned loudly. He was unbelievably turned on already, and they’d only kissed.
As they continued to devour one another, lips, teeth, tongues melding together like a dance, Bram reached up and undid the top button on Spencer’s shirt. Then another. When Spencer stood back to undo the rest himself, Bram quickly doffed his own shirt and cast it aside.
Good lord, the man was gorgeous. Bram looked the man over from head to toe and subconsciously licked his lips. With a self-assured grin, he placed his hands on Spencer’s naked chest and gently shoved him back toward the sofa, knocking him down onto the plush leather. Bram gave no quarter and quickly climbed onto Spencer’s lap, d
ipping his face to take his lips in another heat-filled kiss.
As they carried on kissing, Bram writhed and wriggled his hips, delighting in the moans he was eliciting from Spencer. He could feel how hard Spencer was, too, and deliberately gyrated in a way that ground their erections together deliciously.
“Jesus, Bram.” Spencer was panting. Bram ignored him and began kissing his neck, across his shoulder, then down toward one nipple. He took the hardened peak between his lips and let his teeth gently graze across the tip. When Spencer groaned, he used his teeth with a bit more force and was rewarded with another guttural moan. With his fingers, he worried the opposite nipple at the same time and was nearly bucked off Spencer’s lap for his efforts.
“Somebody’s sensitive.” Bram tightened his thighs around Spencer’s hips, placing his hands on his belly and letting his fingers play at the soft hair there.
He was still gently rotating his hips, teasing them both. Spencer had his hands on Bram’s hips and dragged one hand forward to cup the hardness in front of him. Bram let his head fall back, and he moaned as Spencer rubbed his erection and slowly undid his belt. He could feel dampness already forming on the front of his jeans and knew it wouldn’t take much more for him to come like a horny teenager.
But he had other plans.
Gently shoving Spencer’s hands away, Bram shimmied his way to the floor. On his knees between Spencer’s legs gave him a magnificent vantage point. Spencer’s chest heaved as his breathing picked up, and Bram couldn’t remember seeing anything so gorgeous in his life.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered as he leaned forward and undid Spencer’s trousers. A dark patch had already formed on the front of his boxers, and Bram buried his face to inhale. The scent was glorious, heady, and masculine. It made his mouth water and his dick harden even further.
Spencer whimpered when Bram lapped at the patch with his tongue. And when Bram lowered his shorts and tongued the head of his cock, he let out a delirious, “Jesus Christ!”
Bram didn’t need any more invitation than that. He tugged at Spencer’s waistband, encouraging him to lift his hips. In an instant, his pants and underwear were pooled around his ankles. Bram gazed up at Spencer and licked his lips, eliciting another moan from the now-naked man.
Running his hands up Spencer’s thighs, Bram lowered his face and inhaled again deeply. The man smelled like heaven. He had to have a taste. Tracing the tip of Spencer’s cock with his tongue, Bram delighted in the full-body shiver he saw roll through Spencer. He was just getting started.
He teased and prodded the rim before slowly taking the spongy head into his mouth. Spencer moaned and flexed his thighs, encouraging Bram to take him deeper.
Who was he to say no? Relaxing his throat, he did his best to accommodate. His hand made up the difference as he gripped the base of Spencer’s cock. Awash in sensation, Bram tasted every solid inch of Spencer, twisting and stroking his hand in unison.
Spencer gripped the edge of the sofa cushions tightly and gasped. Bram realized what Spencer really wanted and pried one of his clenched hands free, then guided it into his hair. Spencer opened his eyes. When Bram nodded, Spencer lifted his other hand to gently hold Bram’s head in place. When he finally began to rock his hips, Bram closed his eyes and moaned. He loved this. Adored giving up control this way.
Spencer tasted divine, and Bram reached down to press the heel of his hand against his own erection. Embarrassing himself by coming in his pants was not what he had in mind. He redoubled his efforts and knew this wasn’t going to last much longer.
Spencer’s movements, at first rhythmic and sure, became erratic and unsteady. His shallow thrusts sped up, and Bram let him take charge completely.
Breathing heavily through his nose, Bram let Spencer thrust into his mouth over and over until he shouted out his release, leaving Bram awash in the taste of him.
****
“Holy shit, Bram.” Spencer panted heavily, his chest rising and falling with each rapid breath.
Bram sat back on his heels, beaming with what looked like pride. He was slowly, forcefully pressing down on his own crotch while he watched Spencer like a hawk as he licked his lips.
He looked like a debauched angel. The glazed eyes, puffy lips, and the tell-tale glisten of his own semen marked Bram’s face. Spencer’s dick twitched valiantly at the sight.
“Looks like you could use a hand.” Spencer kicked himself free of the pants that were still tangled around his ankles.
“Yes, please.” Bram stood and slowly shimmied out of his own pants. As he stood and kicked them aside, his dick slapped up against his belly.
Spencer took a few steps forward on his knees and kissed the glistening tip. Letting the flavor and scent fill his senses, he continued to kiss and lick at the head of Bram’s dick, enjoying the tiny mewling sounds he was making.
But he wanted something more. “Come here,” he whispered, grabbing Bram by the hip and turning him around. “Get on your knees for me.”
As he did as he was told, Spencer pressed his palm to the small of Bram’s back and pushed him over. With his arms and shoulders braced on the seat of the sofa cushions, Bram’s back arched in the most enticing way. Spencer ran his hands over the perfectly shaped globes of his ass and slapped one cheek experimentally.
When Bram gasped and rubbed himself against the edge of the sofa, Spencer did it again—this time with a bit more force. The pink outline of his hand combined with Bram’s moan of pleasure was truly a thing of beauty.
“You are so gorgeous,” he said, tracing the handprint with his tongue. “So fucking beautiful.” He kissed his way across one cheek and then the other, using his hands to knead the strong muscles as he went.
He dipped his head lower, and the musky scent of Bram overwhelmed his senses. When he pulled apart Bram’s cheeks and took his first taste, his cock twitched. Flicking his tongue over that pink ring of muscle had Bram babbling incoherently as he thrust his hips, frantically reaching for friction of any kind.
Leaving one hand on the small of Bram’s back, Spencer lapped and kissed at his hole while with the other hand he reached around and stroked his throbbing cock. The noises Bram made—delightful, desperate little sobs and moans—were like catnip to Spencer. They drove him wild with lust and only spurred him on to continue his ministrations with a rising fervor.
“Spence,” Bram gasped. “Fuck, Spencer.” His hips bucked wildly. “I can’t… I’m—” A yelp escaped his lips as he came hard, all over Spencer’s knuckles and the front of his sofa. Spencer continued to stroke and lick until the moans turned to tiny whimpers.
He leaned forward and kissed the back of Bram’s neck and shoulders while rubbing the small of his back.
When Bram caught his breath, he turned over and kissed Spencer’s mouth. He wrapped his arms around Spencer’s neck and kissed him like he wouldn’t get a chance to ever again.
“You’re incredible,” Spencer whispered against his mouth.
“Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you. Sorry about your couch.” Bram’s slight grimace morphed into a dopey grin, and Spencer couldn’t help but laugh.
“Nothing some soap and warm water won’t fix,” he assured him. “I have to say, when I woke up this morning, this is not how I saw my day going,” Spencer admitted.
“Me neither.” Bram slowly ran his hand up and down his chest, the very picture of a sated hedonist.
Spencer leaned over and kissed his lips, not sure he’d ever get enough of his taste, wondering if this would be their one and only night together.
“I suppose since we’re married and all, there’d be nothing wrong with doing something like this again?” Bram prompted, as though he’d read Spencer’s mind.
“No reason I can see, no.” Spencer grinned and kissed him once more.
“Then I guess you’d better take me to bed so we can both have a do-over.” There was a glint in his eyes that left Spencer with no doubt neither of them would b
e sleeping much that night.
Chapter Twelve
“Hi, Nadine, is Sp—Mr. Kemp in?” Bram stood in front of her desk, resisting the urge to shift nervously.
“He is. Can I tell him what you’re here about?”
“Oh. Uh.” Shit. He hadn’t thought of a plausible reason. He simply wanted to see the man and figured he’d pop upstairs to find out if he was free for lunch. Nadine had always been friendly, so he decided it was easiest to stick with the truth. “Just wondering if he had any lunch plans.”
“No problem,” she said with a smile. “I’ll ask if he’s available.”
She dialed his extension. “Mr. Kemp, I’m about to go on my lunch break, but I have Bram Wilson here for you. Uh-huh. Yep. Will do.” She hung up the phone and said, “He says go on in.” She gestured toward the door, then started packing up her things to head out.
Bram knocked lightly on the door before letting himself in. “Hi.” He waved. “Nadine said to just come in?” He sounded unsure, even to his own ears.
“Please, come in.” Spencer stopped what he was doing and floored Bram with a dazzling smile. Instead of offering him a seat, though, he stood and crossed the office to where Bram stood. “I was just thinking about you.”
“Really?” Bram bit his bottom lip to avoid grinning from ear to ear.
“After last night, I think it’s safe to say I’m going to be thinking about you for quite some time.” He reached out and ran his fingertips along Bram’s collar.
“For at least the next three months anyway,” Bram teased.
“That’s true.” Spencer’s gaze dropped to Bram’s mouth, then returned to look him in the eye.
“Do you actually need the license for all the legal stuff, or is all that other paperwork good enough?” Bram was trying to his damnedest to keep his hands to himself and figured talking was his best line of defense.
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