Equation for Love by Sutherland, Fae (freda ebook reader .txt) 📕

reach up and unbuckle the belt, loosening it from around his wrists. "Stay still for another minute." Skye nodded, and Liamstepped back in order to tug off the condom and toss it, then took a second to clean Skye up as best he could before patting his ass. "Go on; get dressed, myown. We've hogged the stalllongenough."

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Skye blushed and it was so fucking sexy and adorable Liam was half-tempted to have him again. It was amazing how often he had the feeling that, if he could, he'd just stay inside Skye forever. Kind of scary, too. Those were bad thoughts to be having about a client, evenone as unusualas Skye.

A minute or two later, they were both properly clothed, if a bit mussed, and Liam grinned down at Skye, who seemed reluctant to openthe door.

"We have to leave sooner or later, Skye."

"I know. I'm just..." His voice trailed off and he shrugged. "I'mmortified."

Liamlaughed and reached around himto unlock the door. "You'll probably never see any of these people again. Besides, the sooner we leave the stall, the sooner we can leave the club." He nuzzled the nape of Skye's neck. "There's still a good hour or so on the clock," he whispered.

Skye shuddered and tugged the door open, squeezingout and keepinghis head down. Liamgrinned and caught his hand, meeting the envious and amused glances of a couple of the bathroom's occupants as he led Skye out and downthe halltoward the coat check.

Skye didn't say anything, but his blush said it all as Liam gathered their coats and helmets. He finally just laughed and stole a hard kiss from Skye's lips. "Come on. Let's get youback onyour turf."

Skye followed him out of the club and back to the bike, though, when Liam climbed on, Skye hesitated. Liamfrowned.

"What's wrong?"

Skye shook his head, a smile curving his lips. "No, nothing's wrong. I just...I don't want to go back to the hotel."

Liam blinked. He hadn't expected that. He'd been pretty sure Skye wouldn't want to cut their time short, but he nodded, head tilting. "Okay...where do you want me to take you? Just back to your car?"

Skye shook his head again, fiddling with the helmet. Whenever Skye was anxious, Liam noticed, he fiddled with things, like busy hands distracted him from his nervousness. But after what'd just gone down in the bathroomof Las Vegas's hottest gay nightclub, what on earthcould Skye be nervous about?

"No. I...I'd like to go back to my place."Dark eyes flicked up to meet his from beneath heavy brows and thick lashes.

"Oh. Well, okay, I can drop you off there." Vegas wasn't as big as it seemed, so wherever the apartment was, Liamwas sure it wasn't too out ofhis way.

Skye still didn't get on the bike. "No, I... Gosh, this is weird." Skye let out a sigh, in the annoyed way he had when something was stumping him or making him feel out of his element. "I'd like you to come with me. To myplace. For the rest ofour time tonight?"

Oh. Crap.

Liamwas sure he ought to say no. It was written in stone, no ifs-ands-or buts that escorts did not go to clients' homes. Locals were frowned upon anyway, but those who did use the service were required to only meet with the escort at a hotel. It was safe and neutral and public ina waya private home could never be.

But this was Skye. Who was shyand awkward and the idea of Skye being of any risk or danger to Liam was just about the most laughable thing Liam had ever heard of. Still...it was personal. It was very personal--a danger all its own--and another reason it was frowned upon. Sex in one's own bed was far easier to mistake for more thanjust business.

Skye didn't say anything, watching and waiting as Liam's mind raced through every reason why he should say no. Skye looked like he expected a no. Liam expected to give hima no.

"Allright."

Shoulda seenthat one coming.

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"Wow, nice place."It wasn't anapartment like Liam had been expecting, but a high-end condo situated right next door to one of the area's most prestigious golf clubs. Whoever Skye was goingto be workingfor, they were payinghimwhat he was worth.

Skye smiled and tossed the keys onto the entryway table. "It wasn't a week ago. I had to hire someone to decorate the place because I had a bed and a couch and that was pretty much it." He shrugged, looking around. "It's a little modern for my taste, but I like it." He rubbed his hands on his jeans, a nervous habit Liam had noticed.

Liam reached out and caught one of his hands, tugging Skye closer. "What are you nervous about, professor?"

Skye glanced up at him, then shrugged. "I don't know. After tonight, you'd think I wouldn't have it in me to get embarrassed, right?"

Liamshook his head. "Not at all. I'llbe honest...this is a step outside my comfort zone, too. I'm a little nervous."

Skye let out a rushofbreath, smiling. "Really? Well, thank God because my stomach's flipping like an acrobat."

Liamlaughed and they both relaxed some now that the proverbialice was broken. It was a testament to the strange nature of their situation that--even with everything they'd already done together--there was still ice to break.

Then Skye met his gaze, his dark eyes warm and sort of expectant, and Liam grinned. That look could melt anyice left over.

"What do you want, my own?" he asked, voice lowering.

Skye shivered and slid his arms around Liam's neck. "You, Sir. I want you."

Liam hauled Skye closer, one hand sliding up into his hair, the other curled on his narrow waist. "More specific, wanton Skye. You know the rules by now, don't you?"

Skye's breath hitched and he nodded. "I want...I kind of want a shower.