Closer: Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book 4

“But, now,” he continued, speaking slowly and watching Bo’s face, “I’m even more angry.”
“I don’t blame you.” Bo dipped his head and bit Sam’s neck hard enough to hurt. “It was terrible of me to use my position as your boss that way.” The tip of his tongue traced a wet path up Sam’s throat. “To tell everyone they could come out here without even asking what you thought.”
“Mmmmm. Yeah.” Sam raised his chin for Bo’s nips and kisses. “Terrible.”
Bo lifted Sam’s shirt, fingers skating along the skin over his ribs. “So what are you going to do about it?”
Grabbing Bo’s braid, Sam yanked his head back to stare into his wide eyes. “I think I need to teach you a lesson. I think you need to be punished.”
A hot flush crept up Bo’s neck and into his cheeks. His eyes blazed. “Do it.”
Sam’s knees nearly buckled. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to get control of himself. When he felt like he could move without his legs giving out, he extracted himself from Bo’s embrace, took his hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom.
Inside the room, with the door shut and locked and the curtains drawn across the sliding glass door, Sam swept Bo into his arms and claimed his mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. Bo opened to him, eager as ever, needy little sounds bleeding from his lips.
“Take your clothes off.” Sam let Bo go and stepped back, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. “Right now.”
Bo raised his eyebrows at Sam’s commanding tone, but did as he was told. He undressed and stood naked with his hands at his side, his gaze fixed on Sam’s face. The mix of bravado and uncertainty in his eyes made Sam’s insides twist.
“God, you’re beautiful.” Sam closed the distance between them, took hold of Bo’s braid and let it slide across his palm. “Take your hair down.”
A sly smile curved Bo’s mouth. “I think my hair is becoming a fetish for you.” Pulling the rubber band off the end of the braid, Bo began unwinding it.
“ Becoming a fetish? Hell, it’s been my perverted obsession since day one.”
With a soft laugh, Bo undid the last twists in the braid. His hair fell in a silky dark mass around his shoulders and down his back. Moving to stand behind Bo, Sam buried both hands in all that shining hair, lifted it to his face and drew a deep breath. The scents of salt air and shampoo conjured vivid memories of all the times they’d made love. All the times Bo’s silky tresses had brushed Sam’s chest, his stomach, his back, the insides of his thighs. Thinking of it brought a rush of heat through Sam’s body.
Letting go of his double handful of hair, Sam clamped his hands onto Bo’s hipbones and thrust his clothed crotch against Bo’s bare butt. “God, I want to fuck you right now.”
Bo turned his head and gave Sam a mischievous smile over his shoulder. “And that would be punishing me how, exactly?”
“You mean you want my cock up your ass?” Sam blinked, faking surprise.
“I do, yes. Very much.” Bo ground his rear into Sam’s privates, making them both moan. “But you were going to punish me for my transgressions, I believe. And fucking me is hardly a punishment.”
Sam bit the insides of his cheeks, trying to hold back his amusement, then gave up and laughed out loud. “No offense, Bo, but you’re terrible at roleplaying.”
Chuckling, Bo settled against Sam’s chest, his head falling back to rest on Sam’s shoulder. “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