Just a Bit Shameless (Straight Guys, #8)

by Alessandra Hazard

Agent 11 smiled, clapping him on the shoulder. “We’ll make a secret agent out of you yet, Red.” Sam tried and failed not to preen. Inwardly, he groaned. Stupid hormones.

Nope, he wasn’t getting turned on from watching a hot guy handle a gun. Nope, nope, nope. But it might be possible that he had a competence kink.

That’s not the reason you don’t want to wait, his inner voice said snidely. You’re just dying to choke on his cock.

“You shouldn’t have a crush on me,” Dominic said. Redheads didn’t blush prettily, but somehow,

“Do you even have a brain-to-mouth filter?” Sammy grinned. “A brain-to-mouth filter? What is that?” Nothing you need, Dominic thought, looking at the boy’s smiling face. Maybe that was why he liked Sammy so much. He was something fresh and genuine in a world that was anything but.

He felt a weird pull towards the boy, a base need to have him that wasn’t sexual. Sammy had a unique ability to make him feel fond, amused, fiercely protective—and possessive.

He lasted three hours. In Dominic’s defense, he had a good reason to call Sammy. Or so he told himself.

“Do you want me to start a bubble bath for you too?” Dominic called out. “Great idea!” Sam said, grinning when he heard Dominic laugh and call him a lazy baby. There was a bubbly feeling in his chest that made it impossible to stop smiling. Was this what happiness felt like?

He was angry, and he was angry that he was angry. This possessiveness was fucking gross and messed up, considering that he didn’t want Sammy that way. Rationally, he approved of what Sammy was doing. Irrationally, he was imagining many ways he could kill the asshole who was currently groping his Sammy with his dirty, unworthy hands.

“Over the past few weeks, I got a bit too attached to you. I feel like you’re mine. Just mine.” His lips twisted. “And I guess I don’t like someone else touching what’s mine.”

“You know, I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to want to punch you for being such a selfish, possessive prick, but all I want is to suck your dick.”

“This is me being a possessive asshole. All I’m saying that if you want to suck cock, I want it to be mine.”

“Okay,” Dominic said, running a hand over Sammy’s neck and feeling him tremble. “Whatever you want. Do you want a kiss?” Sammy made a small sound, leaning into the touch. “Can I?” “Of course,” Dominic said before slotting their mouths together.

Dominic had kissed a lot of people, but kissing Sammy felt nothing like kissing male marks or even women. He’d never kissed someone who felt like his.

if you call yourself stupid again, I’ll…” He struggled to come up with a suitable threat. For someone who knew dozens of different torture techniques, it was surprisingly hard to threaten Sammy with anything. “I’ll change the Wi-Fi password and won’t tell you what it is.”

the pampered life of your sugar baby.” Dominic snorted. “Good night.” He headed for his bedroom, trying not to think about the vicious satisfaction he’d felt when Sammy had called himself his sugar baby. Jesus. He had a problem.

“You know what I like about kissing you?” Dominic said, pressing their foreheads together. “I like how responsive you are. You kiss me like—like you belong to me—like you’re mine, like your mouth is mine.” He gave Sam another short, hard kiss. “It’s bloody addictive.” Sam blinked at him dazedly. He couldn’t believe that Dominic actually liked that he lost higher brain function and became a slave to his basest needs the moment Dominic put his mouth on him.

“You do realize that now you’re pretty much my real sugar daddy, right?” Dominic chuckled, pinching Sammy’s cheek. “Does that mean you’re my real sugar baby?” Sammy smiled wider, looking him in the eye sleepily. “I don’t mind being a sugar baby as long as I’m yours.”

“Come on,” Sam said, moving closer and pressing his cheek to Dominic’s shoulder. “Stop sulking. I hate when you sulk. You get all distant and frosty, and you aren’t allowed to be distant and frosty with me.” “Brat,” Dominic said with a snort. “I’ve spoiled you rotten.”

“You know you can wear any of my clothes.” I wanna give you anything you want. Wanna take care of you, gonna take care of you so well.

His hands kneaded Sam’s thighs and pushed them apart. “Wanna get deeper in you, fuck into you so good you’d never get my come out of you.” He lifted his head from Sam’s neck and looked down at him, his unfocused gaze suddenly turning amused. He gave Sam a crooked smile, shaking his head. “Fuck, sometimes I hear the stuff that comes out of my mouth and just…”