Closer: Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book 4 Read Online Free PDF

“You’re right. I’d much rather just say what I want. It’s easier, and I don’t feel like quite so much of an idiot.”
“So what is it you want?” Sam brushed the hair from the back of Bo’s neck, dipped his head and sucked up a mark on the dusky skin. “As if I didn’t know already.”
“If you already know, why don’t you just do it?” Bo moaned low and rough when Sam’s tongue pressed to his pulse point. “God, Sam. I shouldn’t like it this much when you mark me.”
Sam stomped down the automatic surge of irritation. So Bo felt uncomfortable sporting a bunch of love bites, so what? They could be seen as less than professional, and Bo was nothing if not a professional.
But we’re not working right now. And he just said he liked being marked by you.
“Tell me what you want,” Sam murmured against Bo’s skin. He slid a hand down to cup Bo’s balls. They felt hot and tight against his palm. “I won’t do it until I hear you say it.” He traced his fingertips up the length of Bo’s shaft to stroke the satin skin at the tip.
Bo’s breath hitched, his hips arching into Sam’s touch. “I…I want you… Fuck, Sam, yes… Want you to…to spank me.”
If it hadn’t been for the pure need in Bo’s voice, Sam would’ve been tempted to laugh again. He’d known what Bo was going to say—at least he’d been pretty sure, and he’d been right—but it was strange hearing his meticulous, methodical, bordering-on-control-freak lover admit he wanted to be spanked. Surreal didn’t even begin to describe it. Before today, Sam hadn’t seen the slightest indication of this sudden kink of Bo’s.
Not that he minded. He couldn’t pretend he’d never wanted to turn Bo over his knee. The man could be infuriating at times.
“Oh. I see.” Sam splayed his free hand over Bo’s left buttock, kneading the firm muscle. “So you want me to paddle your ass?”
“Yes.” Bo’s voice was a raspy whisper.
“Like this?” Sam gave the side of Bo’s hip a sharp smack. Bo gasped, a tremor running up his body, and Sam grinned. “Oh yeah. You like that.”
“I do.” Bo’s hand clamped onto the back of Sam’s head, forcing his face down for a swift kiss. “I want to explore everything with you, Sam. Just you. No one else, ever.”
Sam’s chest constricted. Only Bo could make kinky sex play seem almost sacred.
Lifting his hand to cup Bo’s jaw, Sam kissed him again, taking it deeper this time. Bo’s mouth opened wide to suck Sam’s tongue in. His cock twitched in Sam’s hand, a drop of moisture leaking out to trickle over Sam’s fingers, and Sam nearly came in his shorts.
Sam broke the kiss, panting. Bo whimpered his protest, and Sam let out a breathless laugh. “Go put your hands on the wall and lean forward with your legs spread.”
Bo obediently walked over and planted his palms on the pale green wall beside the door. His hair cascaded around him as he leaned forward and scooted his feet apart. He stared over his shoulder at Sam, his face red and his eyes heavy-lidded with desire. His ribs heaved with his quick, shallow breaths.
“Damn. You’re a wet dream come to life, you know that?” Sam sauntered forward, doing his best to play it cool. Though he’d never played dominance and submission games before, instinct told him Bo needed him to be calm and in control. He caressed Bo’s exposed ass, loving the way the smooth skin jumped at his touch. “Such a pretty ass. And it’s all mine.”
“Yours.” Bo moaned, his head falling forward as Sam stroked his hole with one fingertip. “God, Sam, please.”
Giving no warning, Sam lifted his hand and dealt a light slap to Bo’s butt. Bo yipped, more in surprise than pain, Sam thought. Sam smoothed his fingers over the spot he’d hit. “Good?”
Bo nodded. “Harder.”
Sam bit his lip. “Damn, I love it when you say ‘harder’ to me.”
He smacked Bo’s ass again, hard enough to make his palm sting. Bo gasped, fingers curling against the wall.