Page 41 of Killer Notes

I swear everything he’s doing is on purpose to punish me. My cock surely feels slapped every time those light blue eyes catch me staring back at him with hungry want. But all I can do is walk away and then go for a run. Or jack off.

Fuck. That’s all I’ve been doing. But not anymore. I may not be able to have him physically, but at least Danny will talk to me. I miss his rambling. His laughter. His little rants about shit that has no consequence or interest to me. But I still listen.

And when he sings, the world around us fades away and there’s only Danny in my line of sight.

The way Danny sings is a contradiction to his appearance. Where his face, might have at times an air of innocence, his voice is strong, assured, and powerful.

I hardly know Danny, but I’m going to miss him when this job is over.

To clear my head, I do another perimeter check, which feels senseless. So I enter through the front door, determined to get Danny to talk to me.

As I round the corner to the great room, aiming for the bedroom, out of the corner of my eye, I see Danny on the deck… in a bright yellow speedo thong, doing yoga.

The globes of his ass—his entire body is a temptation I can’t take anymore.

I storm out to face him before my wall of determination crumbles into dust. “We need to talk.”

Danny grunts. He then proceeds to fold himself over onto the blue mat, his ass up in the air. Now I know he’s doing this on purpose.

“That’s it.” I haul Danny up, throwing him over my shoulder, and then smack that pert ass hard. “You’re going to listen, and you are going to respond with words. And if you don’t, I’m going leave you in this position, and every time I ask a question, and you don’t answer, I’m smacking your ass until you do. Got me?”

Danny grunts.

I smack his ass. “Got me?”

He huffs.

“You got it.” I smack his ass again. This time much harder, where Danny can feel the sting. “Are you going to answer me?”

Grunt.

Smack.

This goes on four more times before I realize Danny’s cock is rock hard against my shoulder.

Fuck. Things just got interesting.

As I place Danny on his feet, his face is flushed but he avoids looking at me.

Before he even takes a step back, I grab the back of his neck and haul him close. The heat from our bodies and the pure lust evident in his blown out pupils has my heart racing a thunderous beat.

“You like things rough, Danny,” I say, running my nose against his. The puff of his raspberry scented breath quickens at my statement. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

He remains silent.

I lean in, ours lips a mere millimeter apart. “Tell me no, Danny.”

He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. Because whatever he says will be a lie. I know it.

“I can’t say no to you, Tobias.” It’s all he gets out before I slam my mouth over his.

I had no doubt that kissing Danny was going to be good. But I’m blown away. He kisses with his whole being. His fervent glossed flavored lips, his talented tongue, and his exquisite body.

There’s no part of my mouth, that isn’t caressed by this singer’s tongue.

The hungry demand of his mouth is like he’s making love to me. And at this point I don’t give a fuck about morality or duty. I’m desperate for Danny, his body, his cock—everything he has to offer. I’ll do anything to keep this guy in my bed, even if it’s only the precious time we have here. I’ll cherish it.

I’m about to pick Danny up and carry him to bed when my fucking cell phone goes off.