Just a Bit Shameless (Straight Guys, #8)

by Alessandra Hazard

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.

Sam scowled, his cheeks aflame. “Can I suck your cock before we go to sleep?”

“Nick, can I please give a goodnight kiss to your prick?”

“You’re like a baby deer, Red.” He rolled onto his back and raised his eyebrows, looking at Sam through heavy-lidded eyes, a picture of masculinity and indulgence. “If you think you can get me hard when I’m so tired, go ahead, Bambi.”

“You’re so damn young,” Dominic murmured, looking at Sam with a strange, fixed expression. “A baby.” Sam licked the head of his cock.

Most of the time, he found himself kissing Sammy on the nose or on the forehead because he wanted to. He touched Sammy because he wanted to.

“What do you need, baby?” Dominic said, leaning down to nuzzle Sammy’s cheek, his hand tightening around Sammy’s cock. Fuck, he liked this. Liked taking care of his boy.

“You’ve been so good. Such a good boy.” He pushed the tip of his finger inside him.

For the sake of this mission, Dominic Bommer is supposed to be the perfect man of Luke Whitford’s dreams:

But Luke’s best friend—my cousin James, actually—talked his father, a very influential politician, into asking MI6 for help.”

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

Dominic couldn’t believe what he was about to ask. “Are we okay?” It

“Is there a we?” Sammy said. Dominic closed his eyes. “I wouldn’t be asking if there wasn’t.

“This is probably very soppy, but I kind of adore you. You know that, right?” Dominic leaned down and kissed him on the nose.

“Sammy, you have a government spy-slash-assassin petting your hair. It doesn’t get soppier than that for me.”

Dominic glanced at the man—tall, blond, irrelevant—before returning his gaze to Sam.

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.”

“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.

“I want you to stay because I care about you,” Dominic said against Sammy’s temple. “I want you in my house, safe, warm, and comfortable. Because you deserve it. And 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.”

“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.”

By the way, why are you wearing my clothes?” Sammy flushed. “It wasn’t because I missed you or something,” he said sulkily.

Sammy smiled wider, looking him in the eye sleepily. “I don’t mind being a sugar baby as long as I’m yours.”

“I’m trying to be a better man,” he said, looking at Sammy’s lips. “There’s nothing wrong with you,” Sammy whispered, licking his lips with the tip of his tongue. “Stop saying stupid things and kiss me.”

“Stop kissing me like this unless you’re gonna fuck me. This is cruel. Stop kissing me or fuck me.”

The feel of Sammy’s young, smooth skin against his mouth was fucking glorious.

“You live together?” Lisa all but squeaked. “I thought you said you didn’t have family,” Andy said, turning to Sam. “He doesn’t,” Dominic said, his gaze lazy and his tone casual, as if he had no idea that he was giving them the wrong impression.

“As good as when I kiss you?”

get ahold of yourself, nick

Sammy Sammy Sammy. Goddammit. He’d had a one-track mind lately.

Six months later

Luke pursed his lips, looking at Roman suspiciously. “I’m not leaving you alone with Sam.” Roman raised his eyebrows. “You have no reason to be jealous. I don’t actually have a kidnapping kink.”

“I didn’t look for you.”

what? sammy, run

“I know, baby.” 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.”

And lying all the time messes with me head.” Dominic’s

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