Page 54 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)
Feigning nonchalance, Matt shrugged one broad shoulder. “You seemed pretty cozy in that shirt earlier. Figured you’d want to keep it on for a while longer.”
Andy’s jaw clenched, and Matt watched in rapt fascination as a muscle ticked in that jawline. “Unlock it. Now. I need clothes.”
“But you already have a shirt, pet.” Matt’s gaze raked over Andy’s body in clear appreciation, eyes lingering on the exposed expanse of sculpted chest and those endlessly long legs. “And I must say, it looked absolutely sinful on you when you had it on.”
“Are you serious right now?” Andy said. “You can’t keep me locked out of the closet! I need actual clothes, Matt. Open the damn closet door right now.”
Rather than respond, Matt simply stood and closed the distance between them until they were standing toe-to-toe. He reached out and trailed the backs of his fingers along Andy’s jaw in a featherlight caress, feeling a rush of satisfaction as Andy shivered.
“You know,” he murmured, his voice a low, sultry rumble, “you could always go without clothes. I certainly wouldn’t mind the view.”
Andy swatted his hand away with an indignant huff.
“You’re unbelievable,” he grumbled, but his gaze drifted helplessly down to Matt’s lips.
Then with a huff, he turned and stalked back toward the bathroom, the towel swaying dangerously with each step.
Matt had to physically restrain himself from reaching out and snatching it away, leaving Andy bare and blushing before him.
The bathroom door slammed shut with more force than necessary.
Matt simply chuckled and returned to his chair, sipping his coffee as he awaited Andy’s return.
It didn’t take long. Mere moments later, Andy came storming back out, wearing the oversized dress shirt, the crisp white fabric swallowing his slender frame and hanging off one toned shoulder.
He’d attempted to button it up, but the buttons were hopelessly mismatched, creating tantalizing glimpses of smooth skin between the gaping vee.
Matt’s gaze swept hungrily over the picture Andy made—tousled and rumpled, those slender legs left bare and that golden skin just begging to be marked anew.
Andy looked like the most delectable sort of debauched—effortlessly sensual in a way that made Matt’s mouth water.
Christ, the young man was a vision of pure sin.
Before Matt could give voice to the filthy thoughts swirling in his mind, Andy was stalking toward him, one finger pointed in accusation.
“You,” he growled, eyes flashing with irritation.
“First you tie me up and make me beg like a whore. Now you’re locking me out of the closet and making me prance around like this? ”
Andy gestured down at his barely clothed form, and Matt had to bite back a groan at the sight of that golden expanse of thigh peeking through the shirttails.
“What’s wrong with you prancing around like this?
” Matt echoed, his lips curving into a smirk.
“I think you look positively delicious, pet.” He reached out and snagged Andy’s wrist, fingers encircling it with ease.
With a gentle tug, he pulled Andy closer until the younger man was standing between his spread knees.
Andy huffed, glaring down at Matt with his cheeks flushed a delightful shade of pink. “You’re insufferable,” he grumbled, but his words lacked any real heat.
Matt simply grinned, his gaze roaming over the exposed length of Andy’s legs.
“Perhaps,” he conceded, “but you love it.” With his free hand, he reached up and traced the contour of Andy’s thigh beneath the fabric of the shirttails.
His fingers danced over the smooth, firm muscle, each touch purposefully light, teasing.
Andy squirmed, trying to evade Matt’s questing fingers. “Matt, stop,” he said, his voice a breathy whisper. “You promised, no pounding today.”
A slow, indulgent smile curved Matt’s lips.
“I always keep my promises, pet,” he said, his voice a low, intimate caress.
He gazed up at Andy through hooded eyes, his expression one of earnest sincerity.
“See? My hand is right here, caressing your perfect little ass.” His fingers continued their sensual exploration, palming the firm swell of Andy’s ass.
Andy’s breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed despite his feigned irritation. “You’re impossible,” he muttered.
“Impossible for anyone but you, my delectable pet,” Matt murmured, pulling Andy closer still.
“Don’t you have work to do today?” he tried again, voice wavering slightly. “Aren’t billionaires always busy and working every day?”
“Work can wait,” he said, his tone casual. “Today, I want to pamper my cute little pet.” With that, he wrapped an arm around Andy’s waist and tugged him onto his lap.
Andy let out a yelp of surprise, his hands flying out to brace against Matt’s broad shoulders. But before he could voice any further protests, Matt silenced him with a gentle kiss. It was a soft, sweet thing, filled with all the tenderness he felt for the fiery young man in his arms.
When he finally pulled back, Matt gazed up into Andy’s wide, surprised eyes. “I know, pet,” he said, his voice a low, soothing rumble. No need to nag me like a broken radio.” He punctuated his words with a light swat to Andy’s backside, earning a sharp gasp from the younger man.
Matt’s fingers traced soothing circles over the fabric of the shirt, his touch a gentle reassurance. “I just want to pamper and love my pet,” he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and affection.
Andy’s resistance melted away, and he relaxed into Matt’s embrace with a contented sigh. Their foreheads touched, and for a moment, they simply sat there, basking in the quiet intimacy of the moment.