“Yes.” Sacha reached into Jonah’s pocket and fished out his phone. “But I can still hear your heart racing. Do us both a favour and tell someone you are here with me. Perhaps then you will stop worrying.”
“I’m not worried.”
“Do it anyway. It is the safe thing to do.”
“Does anyone know you’re here? Maybe I’m the serial killer.”
Sacha snorted. “Of course you are. Make the call.”
Jonah rolled his eyes and tapped out a quick text to Lily.
Jonah:Brought someone home with me tonight. If he kills me during sex his name is Sacha Ivanov. Tell my mother I loved her.
He held it up to Sacha. A smirk was his only response. Jonah hit send, then sent another less sinister text to follow up.
Jonah:I’m joking about the murdering part. He’s a nice guy, just being safe. Missed you tonight. Call me when you fly in next week x
He didn’t show Sacha that message. He dropped the phone onto the bedside table and instantly forgot about it and everything else that wasn’t the way Sacha was looking at him. A breath caught in Jonah’s throat. His dick was still hard from Sacha’s lips on his neck in the hallway, but it was a different throb now. Anticipation had morphed into something more imminent.
They were really doing this.
While Jonah had been tapping at his phone, Sacha had unbuttoned his own shirt and removed his wristwatch. His chest was lean and strong, and dusted with dark hair. Jonah yearned to touch it, but Sacha moved first. He stripped Jonah of his shirt, then gently tugged him to the floor-to-ceiling windows at the foot of the bed. Again, the city sprawled out before them. It was a view Jonah largely ignored, perhaps spoilt by it. But with Sacha behind him, roaming his hands over Jonah’s body, it seemed brand new, and he drank it in, until Sacha’s touch ventured to his waistband.
“You know,” Sacha said lowly, “I was not serious about ordering you around. But I am enjoying you like this, here, where the whole city could see you if they would look your way.”
“They’d need X-ray vision,” Jonah choked out. “We’re on the thirty-fifth floor.”
“But you still worry they can see you, no?”
“Define ‘they’. And no, not really. This glass is tinted.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Jonah closed his eyes, unwilling to admit that Sacha was right. No one could see them, not even the birds, but he felt eyes on him all the same, and he couldn’t decide if he was mortified, or so turned on he could barely hold himself upright.
Perhaps both. And did it matter?
No. No it didn’t. Nothing mattered while Sacha was touching him like this. Jonah forced his eyes open and found their combined reflection in the glass. Sacha was behind him, concealed by Jonah, but his gaze at Jonah’s shoulder was hot and hungry, and Jonah shivered. “I don’t care who sees us. Do you, Sacha Ivanov?”
“I do not think so. But I do care about how you feel, so if I do something you do not like, you must tell me to stop, yes?”
A near hysterical laugh built in Jonah’s chest, and escaped in the form of a strangled grunt. Sacha had hardly touched him and he was already in danger of blowing his load in ten seconds flat. He couldn’t imagine their encounter lasting long enough for Sacha to make him uncomfortable.
But as Sacha’s deep gaze bored into him, his amusement faded. He sucked in a breath and nodded. “I will.”
“That is good. You have obeyed your first order. Do you like it?”
“Yes. What’s next?”
“Shh.” Sacha tapped Jonah’s lips. “Perhaps you will make no sound.”
“That’s speculation, not instruction.”
“Quiet.” Sacha spoke softly, but with an authority that sent new heat fizzing through Jonah’s veins.
Jonah swallowed and dropped his head, revelling in the new sensation that was like nothing he’d ever felt before. His dick was a stone column, straining against his tuxedo trousers, and his nerves jangled, anticipation tingling across every millimetre of his heated skin. He didn’t speak again.
Smirking, Sacha unbuttoned Jonah’s trousers and slid his hand inside. His fingers brushed Jonah’s cock, gently at first, then with enough purpose to roll Jonah’s eyes, and force a groan from his gut that lodged in his throat.