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Chapter Two

Zach cursed when they stepped inside the lobby of the hotel.

“What?” the gorgeous thing next to him asked—he was fairly certain his name was Carson, but he’d have to double check sooner or later though.

“Gotta make a pit stop,” he said, jerking his head towards the mini convenience store off to the side. “I don’t exactly travel fully stocked.”

Carson smirked.

“Maybe I should have finished the game after all. Coulda saved you some money if we’d gone to my place.”

“So sassy,” he murmured, letting the smile on his lips grow.

Carson laughed as he followed along behind him.

Zach grabbed some condoms and lube, and a few bottles of water. Once inside the elevator, he pulled out his key card and slid it into the slot, hitting the button for the VIP floor.

Carson raised an eyebrow.

“Business trip,” Zach repeated.

“Uh huh. What are you, the owner or something?”

“Or something,” he shrugged.

Carson did that tongue-swipe-and-lip-bite thing he’d been doing all night that was the main reason Zach had caved in the first place. The man had beautiful, full lips, and he couldn’t help but wonder how they’d feel around his dick.

“So what’s your name?” he asked finally, eyes flicking up and down Zach’s body.

“Does it matter?”

“Depends on what you want me to scream later, I suppose.”

“Mmm, that is a good point.” He ran his thumb over that enticing bottom lip, already swollen from their kisses and Carson’s teeth worrying it. The soft chime of the elevator saved him from making a scene. Zach cleared his throat and stepped back.

“Most of my friends call me Ziggy,” he said as they walked down the hall.

Carson snorted.

“Yeah, I know,” Zach said with a grin. “Childhood nickname, it stuck. My mom was a huge David Bowie and Iggy Pop fan, what can I say?”

“Yeah, I’m not calling you that.”

“No?”

“Ziggy makes me think of that short, fat, cute little comic character. And exactly none of those things describe you.”

“You don’t think I’m cute?” he teased, entering the room.

Carson surprised him by slamming him up against the wall and grinding into him, hands bunching the material of his shirt as he grabbed it tightly. Zach wasn’t sure if he was about to lose a shirt to this man or not, and found that he didn’t care in the least.

“I think you are the hottest damn daddy I’ve seen in a long time, and if I don’t wake up with beard burn in sensitive places tomorrow I’m going to be very disappointed.”

Zach grabbed Carson by the back of the head, burying his hand in the long brown hair that brushed his shoulders, and pulled hard, exposing his neck.

“Oh, don’t you worry, sweetheart,” he purred, rubbing his cheek along the column of soft skin. “I’ll mark you up nice and pretty if you like.”

Carson whimpered and melted in his arms, and Zach took that as his cue to lock his teeth over the pulse racing beneath his lips.