As though he’d read Jonah’s mind, Sacha grasped Jonah’s lapels and backed him across the small landing and into the door. “Where’s your key?”
“Coat pocket. The left.”
Sacha reached down and retrieved the key. He pressed it into Jonah’s hand. “Open up.”
Jonah obeyed, spinning around and jamming the key into the lock of the heavy door. It swung open, revealing the entrance hall to his apartment in all its high-class glory, but Sacha didn’t seem to notice the solid wood floors and priceless artwork on the walls. He pushed the door shut behind him and took his coat off, motioning for Jonah to do the same.
Both garments fell to the floor.
Jonah stepped out of his shoes and Sacha bent to untie his boots.
Impatient, Jonah stooped to help him. Sacha chuckled again and kicked the offending footwear aside. Then he straightened, bringing Jonah with him, and gripped his shirt.
He’s going to kiss me.
But not on the lips. Sacha brought his mouth to Jonah’s neck and gently sucked while he loosened Jonah’s bow tie and collar. The sensation was light, but maddening, and Jonah’s dick thickened, hardening sharp and fast, straining against his perfectly tailored trousers.
Sacha undid the bow tie entirely and let it drop. Then he unbuttoned Jonah’s collar with deft fingers, working his way down his white shirt, revealing Jonah’s torso.
He slid his hand inside the shirt, splaying his palm across Jonah’s abdomen. “I knew this.”
“Knew what?”
“That you had the body of a dream beneath this suit you do not like.”
“How do you know I don’t like this suit?”
“Because you do not care that I am about to leave it on the floor.”
Jonah couldn’t deny it. He pushed Sacha’s suit jacket from his shoulders and to the floor too.
Sacha let it happen. Apparently he didn’t care about his expensive clothes either. “Where is your bedroom?”
“Last door on the left.”
“Show me?”
Jonah took his own jacket off and dumped it on top of Sacha’s. Then he took Sacha’s hand from inside his shirt and entangled their fingers again. He led Sacha further into his apartment and along the corridor that led to the bedrooms. His was the last door at the end. He kicked it open, leaving the main lights off, and flicked on the lamp at the side of his queen-sized bed. A warm glow illuminated the room. Jonah let go of Sacha’s hand and spun to face him again.
Sacha eyed him and his gaze held a hint of a challenge.
Jonah wanted to jump him, to tumble him to the bed and kiss him until his lips were raw. But he didn’t move. Couldn’t, while Sacha’s dark gaze pinned him in place.
“How do you feel,” Sacha said slowly, “about taking orders?”
“During sex?”
“Yes.” Sacha ran a fingertip along Jonah’s jaw. “You seem like a man who would be good at it, and I find that…interesting.”
Jonah shivered. Couldn’t help it. “I’ve never thought about it, but I’m not into S&M, so don’t get any ideas about that.”
“I did not mention S&M, only the notion of you doing as I say. That is not pain, no? Only pleasure.”
“I like pleasure.”
“So do I, and I think I will like yours very much.”
“My pleasure?”