Sam scowled at the thought, a fresh wave of mortification washing over him. He could only hope Dominic thought that he was just an excellent actor. The only thing worse than being attracted to a straight man was when said straight man knew about it and pitied him.
He didn’t flinch when the bathroom door opened. He closed his eyes, letting the water beat over his face and shoulders, his back to the door. But he did wonder if Agent 11 liked the view.
Don’t be silly. No matter how nice his ass was, it wasn’t going to make a straight man gay.
After a few minutes, he felt a firm, muscular body press against his back. A bearded cheek nuzzled against his ear before Agent 11 said quietly over the sound of water, “Two bugs in the cabin, one in the bathroom. Possibly a hidden camera on the wardrobe, but can’t verify yet without arousing suspicion.”
Sam sucked a breath in. “Why are there bugs? We were told it would be highly unlikely.”
He felt Dominic sigh against his ear. “Brylsko’s background checks were more thorough than Amanda expected. My cover was blown because I have a pretty public Dominic Bommer cover back in England. I was able to explain away the use of a fake name, but clearly Brylsko still has some suspicions if he installed bugs in my cabin.” His hands stroked down Sam’s chest. “That obviously complicates things, but if we prove to him that we are who we say we are, his guard should go down.”
“Are we in danger?” Sam said, trying to ignore the large calloused hands on his skin. Work. This was work for Dominic.
“Not in any immediate danger,” the agent murmured, trailing his hands all over Sam’s chest, his lips brushing against Sam’s neck. “Brylsko is just very paranoid. If he truly suspected that I was after him, he wouldn’t have let me get on the ship.”
Sam breathed out. “What is the plan now?”
“It hasn’t changed. We play our roles and try to get close enough to Brylsko.”
“What about the bugs?”
“We do nothing about them. Civilians would never notice them.”
Sam bit his lip. “But if there are bugs and cameras in the cabin… We’ll have to…”
He felt Dominic’s muscles tense a little. “Yes. Sorry about that, Red.” He sighed against Sam’s nape. “I told you—you’re too damn young for this job.”
Sam pursed his lips. “Stop treating me like a child. I’ve grown up on London streets, you know. I’m up for it. Are you?”
Dominic let out a frustrated noise. “It’s not a game, Sammy. Do you even understand what you’ll have to do?”
“I do.”
“Do you?” Dominic’s hands moved down to Sam’s hips.
Sam swallowed and told his cock to behave. Predictably, his cock didn’t listen. “Yes.”
Dominic swore under his breath, his body practically radiating frustration. “I’m not going to fuck you,” he said into Sam’s ear.
Sam’s cock twitched at the word ‘fuck.’
“But I’ll have to do something,” Dominic said. “You do understand that, right?”
Sam nodded, licking his lips. “I can suck your cock?” he offered, hoping he didn’t sound too eager. “It’s not a biggie, really. I like it.” That was something of an understatement, to be honest. He loved sucking cock, had always had a bit of an oral fixation.
Dominic exhaled loudly. “All right,” he said before taking his hands off Sam. “Go. Behave normally. Displaying some excitement and nervousness would be appropriate, too. Don’t look for bugs.”
“Yes, sir,” Sam said, intending to give him a cheeky salute, but when he actually saw Agent 11 naked and wet, he forgot how to speak. Thankfully, Dominic wasn’t looking his way and couldn’t see him drooling again.
Finally, Sam managed to tear his eyes away and strode out of the bathroom.
Only once he was in the cabin did Sam realize that he’d left his pajamas in the bathroom. Groaning in frustration, Sam walked to his suitcase and rummaged in it, trying to find something to sleep in and determinedly not thinking about Agent 11’s wet, muscular body. Or his cock, mouthwatering even in an unaroused state.
Straight, unavailable, a lot older, and way out of my league.
Sam repeated that in his head, over and over, but it was useless.
The only thing he seemed to be able to focus on was the exhilarating fact that soon he would get to suck that cock.
Fuck his life.
Chapter 7
Sam was already stretched out under the sheets when the bathroom door opened and closed.
He didn’t open his eyes when the mattress dipped and a heavy body joined him in bed.
But when a muscular arm was slung over his waist, Sam did.
“Do you mind?” Dominic said, his voice raspy with sleepiness.
Sam wondered if the sleepiness was real.
He wondered if anything about this man was real.
He wondered who Agent 11 was and what he was really thinking behind the perfect mask of Dominic Bommer.