On the Clock (Market Garden, #8)(42)

It didn’t take long at all for Jason to start shaking again. He swore under his breath. His hand squeaked on the car’s finish, and he shifted a bit, as if struggling to keep his balance. Between Blake’s lips, Jason’s dick got even harder, even thicker, and Blake didn’t hold back at all.

“Oh God.” Jason ran trembling fingers through Blake’s hair. “D-don’t stop. Exactly . . . like that.”

Blake didn’t change a thing, kept right on going, and little by little, Jason fell apart. Then, with a string of strangled profanity, he shuddered, and came on Blake’s tongue, and Blake decided right then and there that the roar of the Lamborghini’s engine would never give him goose bumps the way Jason’s helpless moans did.

Blake stood and wrapped his arms around Jason’s waist, letting the car hold both of them up, even though he really didn’t care if they both sank down to the concrete, and kissed him.

“Did the fantasy live up—?”

“Like you have to ask.” Jason pulled him closer. “That was f*cking hot.”

“Yeah, it was.” He kissed Jason. “And you’re right about one thing—I’ll never look at this car again without thinking about f*cking you.”





After they’d relaxed in the bedroom for a while, they were both starting to get hungry.

“There’s a great restaurant not far from here,” Blake said. “It’s quite upscale—we can go somewhere more casual if you’d like, though.”

Jason smiled. “I like upscale. Good thing I packed well. You mind if I take a quick shower first?”

“Not at all. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

While Jason showered, Blake put himself together. This was a suit-and-tie restaurant, so of course, he dressed the part. Once his tie was straight, he draped his jacket over his arm and headed downstairs.

Since Jason was still getting ready, he sat on the couch with his laptop and stole a few minutes to respond to emails. Impromptu vacations didn’t usually fly at his company—he co-owned the place, so they could hardly fire him, but disappearing at random intervals set a shitty example to his employees, and potentially left them in a lurch. His London trips were sometimes his only real downtime, though, so he figured he could be forgiven for taking a few days off just this once while Jason was in town, as long as he kept up on emails and never strayed far from his phone.

Everything seemed to be running smoothly at the moment. Deanna gave him the rundown of a few meetings that had happened in his absence, and one of his business partners forwarded some information about a new company that was seeking out investors. He’d give that a closer look later; no one expected an answer from him yet since they all knew he’d be jet-lagged for a day or two.

Footsteps on the stairs pulled him out of the email, and he closed his laptop.

Jason was buttoning his sleeves as he came down the last few steps, and Blake couldn’t help staring at him. Wow. He’d never been a fan of black shirts with black suits, but Jason—surprise, surprise—rocked the look. From his meticulously arranged blond hair to his spit-shined dress shoes, Jason wouldn’t even need a boarding pass in his hand to be escorted straight to first class on his next flight.

And Blake was still staring. He cleared his throat and stood. “Ready?”

Jason fussed with his cuff for a second, and then met Blake’s gaze. “When you are.”

Maybe we should skip dinner . . .

But he gestured toward the kitchen, which would take them into the garage. “After you.”

Jason smiled and went ahead, passing just close enough to let Blake catch a breath of his light cologne. Shivering, Blake shamelessly watched him from behind. He’d seen Jason in flawlessly cut suits before, but something about that look made him doubly sexy tonight. Maybe it was the fresh memory of having him bent over the hood of the car. He might’ve spent a moment admiring how the skilled tailoring or the high-quality material looked from behind, but he was too busy noticing how Jason wore it all like a second skin.

Blake shook himself. He grabbed the keys off the counter, and as they stepped into the garage, paused. “Oh, I promised you I’d let you drive, didn’t I?” When Jason turned around, Blake held out the keys.

For the first time since he’d known him, a hint of fear flickered across Jason’s face. He gulped, eyeing the keys. “I’ve, uh . . . I’ve only driven once. Badly.”

Blake shrugged. “It’s fairly open road out here. Mostly straight, not a lot of cars.”

“Even still . . .” Jason’s eyes darted toward the keys still dangling from Blake’s outstretched fingers. “A fantasy is one thing. The real thing . . .”

“Would you prefer it if I drove?”

“Yes, actually. I’m perfectly content to be the passenger. At least then I won’t be terrified of smashing the car.”

“You sure?”

Jason nodded.

“Okay. I’ll drive.” Blake shrugged, and he swore Jason released a sigh of relief. While they each went around to their respective doors, he added, “I’d be happy to teach you to drive if you’d like.”

“Isn’t a skill I have much use for, really.” Jason slid onto the passenger seat, and the nerves seemed to fade in favor of a broad grin. “And it is rather comfortable on this side.”