...Rob headed back to his room. He passed the open door of Joe’s room and something had him stepping inside. He hovered there and stared at the empty, rumple-sheeted, king-sized bed. Thoughts that he shouldn’t be having ran rampant inside his head. The kiss, the taste of Joe, the feel of him in his arms that seemed wickedly right. And yet exactly wrong. He remembered undressing him, staring at him sprawled across the sheets in that bed. He’d felt like a voyeur as he studied every nuance of the muscular build, the wealth of silky short dark brown hair covering his chest, forming a path down his abs. Hair everywhere on his body, except his shaved head, and Rob wanted to explore every inch of him. Every. Single. Inch. He wanted to bring rise to that softened cock resting slumberously against his thigh. He fisted his hands just so he wouldn’t touch him as he lay passed out on that bed last night. He had no right. He had to think of his position—his duty.
“Hey, thanks for getting me home last night.”
Rob whirled around, embarrassed to be caught in Joe’s bedroom, with such lusty thoughts running through his mind.
“Oh, no problem. I’m sure you would have done the same for me if things had been reversed.” Joe—the smell of chlorine, the ruddy blush to his flesh, the damp hair pelting his body, the turquoise swimming trunks that clung to him—was almost too much for Rob.
“I-I was looking for you. Your father called and he’s emailing me several endorsement contracts he wants you to look over.”
Joe draped the red and yellow towel around his hips and stepped past Rob. “Is he?” He brushed past Rob, then turned to face him, a stony expression on his face. “And you think I should sign them?”
“You don’t want endorsements?”
“Depends on who they are. As my attorney, are you advising me to sign them?”
And that was just it. He was Joe’s attorney, that’s why he was here. He took a step back. He had to remember that. Whatever sexual fantasies were going through his head, it had to stop. One thing was certain, he was going to watch out for Joe’s interest. He would not be coerced by Aaron, or feel cowed by the power he exerted in Dallas.
“I-I just wanted to let you know they were coming. I’m going over them this afternoon and we’ll get together tomorrow morning to discuss them.”
Joe turned away. He dropped the towel, and then, much to Rob’s dismay, he shrugged out of the wet swimming trunks. What a sweet ass. That was one part of him Rob hadn’t seen the morning he arrived. He padded toward the adjoining bathroom, but stopped at the door and turned his head to look at Rob. “You sure that’s all you came in here for?”
Rob inhaled, then released the breath. “What else?”
Joe curled his fingers around his half-hard cock, Rob tried not to watch the action, but found himself mesmerized as he saw Joe’s cock engorge beneath his attentions. He felt Joe’s eyes upon him.
“You could share the shower with me.”
Rob recalled the mirrors in his own bathroom, and the decadence of the décor. Finally, Rob broke free of the trance. He looked Joe in the eyes, chin up. “I’m your lawyer.”
Rob pivoted away and exited the room as speedily as decorum would allow. This situation was growing more and more out-of-control and if he didn’t watch himself his whole world was going to end up crumbling around his feet. Joe Gallant wasn’t a man to make commitment, even if that was something Rob was interested in. Joe obviously enjoyed conquest, and getting involved with him, even for a short time, could ruin all Rob’s plans for his future. It was something he didn’t even dare to consider a possibility. He just wished the rest of his unruly body and emotions would stop fighting him...