Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 87943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
He squeezed Geoffrey’s ass, his fingers skimming along the seam between the cheeks.
Someone bumped into Sven hard, rocking him to the right, forcing him to move his feet to catch his balance, while tucking Geoffrey tighter against him to keep him safe. But to do that, he had to pull his thumb free of his mouth. It was like waking up from a dream. He blinked hard several times and looked around. People danced around them, completely oblivious to what was happening. There was a different song playing than what they’d been dancing to when Geoffrey lured him out onto the dance floor.
Oh, fuck! What was he doing? He had one hand all over Geoffrey’s ass and his thumb was still damp from where he’d been dipping it into his mouth. An answering throb from his cock reminded him that he’d been damn close to simply fucking him right there on the dance floor. He’d manhandled a client. He’d broken the company rules. And worse, he’d broken his own rules about doing anything with a smaller man.
Grabbing Geoffrey’s arm, he pulled him through the crowd to the edge of the dance floor where the gathering of people was a little thinner. As soon as they cleared the crowd, he spotted Royce. He gave a little jerk of his chin toward the back where the restrooms were located and the other bodyguard nodded. He hated leaving Geoffrey’s side, even for a second, but his head was spinning and he couldn’t keep Geoffrey safe if he couldn’t think clearly. Royce would step in and keep Geoffrey safe while he pulled his shit together.
“Stay,” he barked at Geoffrey and then marched toward the bathrooms.
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What. The. Fuck.
Geoffrey thought everything had been going great. Hell, that dance had been better than great. It was the hottest damn thing he’d ever experienced. Sven seemed to be finally coming around, ready to give a little something a try and then that fucking asshole had bumped them. It was like Sven had woken up from a dream. That look of intense pleasure was wiped from his face to be replaced by something that looked a lot more like horror.
Geoffrey rubbed his suddenly tight stomach.
He hesitated on the edge of the dance floor, debating whether to chase after him, but he seemed so shaken by what had happened that Geoffrey let him go. Chasing him and confronting him in a crowded bathroom in a loud nightclub while trying to track down his stalker probably wasn’t the best decision.
He turned to look for the other bodyguards and stopped abruptly when screams erupted over the pounding music. He looked toward the dance floor to find people surging toward him in a massive wave. In an instant, he was engulfed in a mass of panicked people. The entire club seemed darker—as if something was blotting out the lights.
The main lights in the club flicked on in time to reveal huge clouds of blue and orange smoke filling the entire area. He’d seen this type of smoke before at the FC Cincinnati soccer game he’d attended earlier in the year at Nippert Stadium when members of the supporter groups set off smoke bombs to celebrate a goal. But that had been outside and the smoke quickly dispersed.
Now the smoke quickly filled the closed in building as people pummeled past him, spinning him one way and then another so that he could no longer be sure which way he was pointing. Swallowed in the mass of surging flesh and screams, he completely lost sight of his bodyguards.
He coughed, lifting his left hand to his face. Smoke and the thick smell of sulfur hung in the air, irritating his allergy asthma. He discovered as a child that he was severely allergic to mold, triggering an intense asthmatic reaction. The heavy smoke was irritating his airways, making it even harder to draw a breath. With the mold count so low that summer, he’d stopped carrying his damn inhaler and now he was fucked. He needed to get out of there.
Panic swelled in his chest. He gasped, blinking against the tears filling his eyes as he tried to spot the exit. What a stupid practical joke.
But it didn’t feel like a joke, and he needed to get the fuck out of there. He turned, hoping he was facing the front doors, when a hand came out of the smoke and latched on to his wrist. He jerked and twisted his arm, but his captor held tight and started pulling him deeper into darkness.
Geoffrey blinked rapidly, trying to clear his eyes, but they just filled with tears as the smell of sulfur and other chemicals filled the air. He couldn’t see shit. The figure was taller than him, but he wore a dark-colored hoodie pulled up to cover his head and block his face from view. From just the build of the person, he was willing to say this was a man, but he couldn’t make out anything else.