Exhausted, I take a much-needed nap while Brandon has a shower. The sound of running water fills the silence as I lie on my king-size bed recalling the past hour with him.
After we’d shared a kiss full of promises and our pizza take-away, I’d brought him to the terrace, my private oasis on top of the world with a swimming pool of warm, ocean-blue water, chaise-lounges, and palm trees (you’d honestly think you were on a beach).
He’d walked over to the fence and spent a long time staring at the wide stretch of skyline and listening to the sounds of the megacity living and breathing at our feet. When he’d looked down to the bottom of the building, he’d whistled at the insane height, shot me a glance, and laughed. With a grin, I’d pointed to my small helicopter parked on top of my apartment. Now, that had him gape, tongue out, his sparkling green eyes growing to the size of frying pans, and it’d been my turn to laugh. Wealth has its upsides.
He’d shaken his head and asked, “Is there one thing you don’t have?”
A little overwhelmed by the events that had occurred in the last twenty-four hours—since he’d sent the first message from Ella’s phone—I’d blurted out, “Love,” and nearly choked on the emotions that had rushed to my throat. Because, you see, wealth has its downsides, too.
A door opening wakes me up with a start.
He comes out of the steamy bathroom with his pale skin glistening and red. Water drips from his hair and glides down his bare chest. Thank fuck he’s got a towel tied around his waist, or else I’d jump out of bed and lick every single inch of his body dry.
He notices my hungry stare and returns the same intense look.
I don’t want to press him into doing anything he’s not ready for yet, so I nod to my large closet. “See if you find something that fits in there. We’re approx the same size, so…”
Not exactly true. We’re the same height, but he’s not as fit as me. I make a mental note to feed him the most nutritious food from now on and take him to my personal gym to have him build some muscles. Might even be able to find him a job. Nothing better to boost a person’s self-esteem and keep him out of the gutter.
He opens the closet and searches for a long while, pulling out stuff and putting them back in.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Not wearing these.” Grimacing, he shows the stacks of neatly folded, pastel colored shirts and the row of silk ties draped over a closet rack.
“I have t-shirts at the other end, if you prefer.”
“If I prefer?” He rolls his eyes. “Do I look like a billionaire?”
I smirk. “You don’t have to be rich to enjoy dressing nicely. Casually, but nicely.”
He shrugs, goes to the other side of the closet, and, after some rummaging, finds an old rock t-shirt I’d bought at a concert. He puts it on and checks his reflection in a floor mirror. Makes an appreciative purse of his lips. Glances over at me. “Got any underwear?”
“There.” I point to a shelf beneath the t-shirts.
“Right.” He pulls out a pair of boxers, drops his towel, and bends forward to slide his feet into the underwear. This puts everything of acute interest to me in display, like his butt, the puckered hole in it, and the balls and soft dick hanging between his legs.
Too late, can’t unsee it.
Jesus… Fucking… Christ!
Groaning, I grab a pillow and cover my heating face while my suddenly blood-filled cock rises to attention. Except it’s stuck in my pants, so it presses against the zipper and hurts like a mother.
The book sounds very good.
Glad to hear that! 🙂
Love a black and white torso shot!
Me too! As soon as I saw the premade I had to have it for this book 🙂
A great cover that carries over the dark theme…dirty…oh really?
Thank you for the nice comment! Yeah definitely dirty… hot… and dark 😀
Looks great and sounds fun =)
I’m so glad to hear that!
Hi and thank you for spotlighting the release of Dirty Brilliance!
Have a lovely week.
XXX Lea
I like the cover, it looks well done.