Dallas raised a single brow but seemed to appreciate Greer’s attempts at coercion. He finally relented, stopping their backward motion when he toed at one shoe.
“I have to text Ducky. Make up some excuse,” Dallas said, sounding resigned as one tennis shoe slipped off and one strong arm hooked around Greer’s waist. The possessive command in the tight hold held all the promises of the great time they were about to have, amping up his desires by several notches.
Greer only left the hold to scoop up Dallas’s shoe.
“Text him later,” Greer suggested as he reached for the other shoe as Dallas toed it off.
“You always get what you want?” Dallas’s question sounded more like a tease, not an accusation, so Greer gave a cocky little reply in return.
“We’ll see.” Dallas’s pants pooled at his feet. Fuck, Greer had to ignore the hard cock jutting out at him to bend down for Dallas’s pants. “Your body’s incredible.”
“So’s yours.”
Greer turned away. The plans forming inside his head might be the only thing that could have torn him away from Dallas’s delicious body. He scooped up the pullover and started for the laundry room.
“What’re you doing?” Dallas asked, slowly trailing behind him. Greer barely had the washing machine lid closed and the power button pushed when Dallas came into the doorway of the laundry room. “Did you put my shoes in the washer?”
“Can they be washed?” Greer asked, momentarily pausing.
“Yeah. Why’re you washing my clothes? They were clean when I put them on.” Dallas’s perplexed stare barely edged out the nude body before him. That stare moved past Greer to his cell phone and wallet lying on the top of the dryer.
“You’re stuck here now.” Greer moved into the direct line of Dallas’s gaze, giving a long, slow approving perusal of Dallas’s gorgeous naked body. He was a sight to behold.
The trainer was solid and well-defined from head to toe. Every muscle sculpted by dedicated hard work. Greer’s hard cock kicked up another notch. The sight had him leaking pre-come. He grabbed his dick, giving a slow tug from base to tip.
“I’m not near done with you, and I’m trying hard not to bend you over the kitchen counter and take you right there.”
=?=
Dallas couldn’t take his eyes off the crazy, charming man. He moved back, letting Greer by. The guy had no shame. Greer slowly stroked his own cock as his eyes stayed glued to Dallas, even though he had to walk backward to keep his gaze where he wanted it. Greer’s lack of inhibitions astounded him. He obviously had no reservations with being nude, on full display, inside his house.
This whole questionable night should have spiked Dallas’s anxiety through the roof, yet, it didn’t, and he didn’t know why except to say Greer was so damn comfortable to be around. Intoxicating, compelling and addicting like a drug. Dallas’s heart twisted and connected while loosening some of the tightness of his hard arousal.
Dallas’s heart had no place in this arrangement. This was one night. When he woke from this dream and pulled himself back into his true reality, he was certain to pay the mental price for what he allowed to happen.
No one could ever know. No one would know. Just Dallas and his conscience.
“Beer or wine?” Greer asked, opening the refrigerator. When Greer glanced over his shoulder, whatever he saw in Dallas’s expression caused his brow to wrinkle. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing at all.” Dallas spoke the complete truth. His genuine grin spread as relief surged at the reprieve of fear for the repercussions of his actions. “I’m naked. Standing in the house of a man who’s pumping cash into my company, guiding us on how to run a business, and who beat me in a cycling competition this morning. One I should have won, hands down. It’s not my usual Saturday.”
“Beating my nemesis might’ve been the second best part of my day,” Greer quipped, pulling out a chilled wine bottle. He reached for two wine glasses in a cupboard.
“Ah, okay.” The strong need to explore all the sexual deeds Greer kept teasing him with finally took a backseat. Dallas went to the edge of the island, maybe hiding a bit of his nudity, and anchored a hip there. “My second best part of the day was the cheeseburger at Mac’s.”
“Right?” Greer asked seriously as he poured. He picked up both glasses and came around the edge of the island, handing Dallas the fuller glass. “This is a wine Mac made. He’s magic in the kitchen.” Greer took a good hearty gulp, nodding at Dallas to take a sip. “A man that looks like you should never consider covering his body for any reason.”
“You have a long list of good come-ons.” Dallas chuckled, taking a drink. He quirked a brow. All the sweet-talking seemed unnecessary since Dallas was a sure bet.