Franklin stamped across to the bed and slumped onto the edge of the mattress.Leaning back, he lay across the width of the bed and stared up at the ceiling.It wasn’t quite the way he intended to spend the first night he and Caramel were under the same roof.
There had to be a way to get to him…
Franklin tapped his fingers on his stomach as he tried to work out his next move.There was always a next move—if a man had the brains to see it and the financial resources to make the most of it—there was always a move.
Now, if Franklin could just bloody well work out what the hell it was…
He had no idea how long he lay there, with his legs hanging over the side of the bed.It was at least enough time to get used to the silence of the otherwise sleeping house and to jump when the handle on his bedroom door rattled.
As he levered himself up onto his elbows, the heavy mahogany panel swung open.
Caramel stepped inside, full to the brim with confidence and self-assurance, as if he had no doubt that he already owned Franklin’s room and everything it in.
Pushing the door closed, he casually leaned back against it.Thumbs hooked into the empty belt loops of his jeans, he glared at Franklin.Off guard, and still half laying back on the bed, all Franklin could do was stare back in confusion.
The jeans appeared to be the only thing the lion was wearing.His chest was bare, so were his feet.Franklin ran his gaze over every inch of exposed skin being displayed to him with due appreciation.Caramel’s jeans had slid down low enough that it was obvious he still wasn’t wearing anything underneath them.
Caramel’s lips twisted into a vague approximation of a smile as their eyes met.He lifted one perfectly shaped blond eyebrow.“I’d ask if you can see anything you’d like, but I think we both know the answer to that one, already.”
Franklin finally dragged two brain cells together and sat up.“Oh?”
Caramel pushed himself away from the door.“I saw the way you watched me dance.”
“Yes.”Franklin didn’t see any point in hiding that.He didn’t try to cover his growing erection as it tented his trousers either.
Caramel stepped forward without another word, until he stood directly before Franklin.
Franklin immediately reached out.“Caramel, I—” His hand was barely an inch away from Caramel’s skin when the lion batted his fingers away.
“You’re not in some sleazy strip club now,” he snarled.“And you’re not in the alleyway behind one, either.It’s Cameron, not Caramel, and you don’t touch unless I give you permission.”
Franklin was halfway to his feet when Caramel—whenCameronpushed him roughly back onto the mattress.He fell, sprawling as his hands slid across the blankets.“What the hell do you think you’re…?”
Car-Cameron merely loomed over him, glaring down at him as if he was the one who had every right to be pissed off.
Damn, but he actually made the whole “stunning while psychotically angry” bull that people spouted make sense.
Adrenaline flooded into Franklin’s veins.Suddenly not finding himself in quite so much of a rush to jump to his feet and take control of the situation as he thought he’d be, he leaned back on his elbows once more.For some reason, he found himself simply lying there waiting to see what would happen next.
Giving up even that tiny bit of control to Cameron sent a jolt of discomfort racing through him, but pleasure was hot on its heels—and every ounce of it rushed straight to his cock.And, for then at least, pleasure won out.
“Okay.Cameron.”
Cameron’s eyes narrowed as he frowned down at him, as if he expected it might be some sort of trap.Even when he leaned forward and reached for Franklin’s fly, Cameron’s eyes never left his face, he never stopped studying him, being ready for an attack.
Tugging down the zipper, Cameron yanked both Franklin’s trousers and his boxer briefs down to his knees.His cock sprung free from the confines of the fabric as he was exposed completely.
Franklin’s hands clenched around the blankets on either side of his body as he raised his hips to make it easier for the lion to strip him down.As he lowered his arse back down to the bed, Franklin had to use every scrap of self-control at his disposal to force himself to stay silent and just let Cameron do as he pleased with him.
Resting a knee on the sheet between Franklin’s legs, Cameron calmly leaned further forward and dipped his head over Franklin’s lap.
His tongue was rough.It shocked a gasp out of Franklin as Cameron licked along the underside of his erection, from base to tip.The coarse, pleasure-filled sound made Cameron look up.
Dominance and success mingled in his gaze as he ran his fingers through the long blond stands of his hair that fell down into his face, pushing them out of his eyes.
Steadying Franklin’s dick with his free hand, Cameron bobbed his head lower and took Franklin’s cock into his mouth for the first time.Wet heat surrounded Franklin’s dick, and he bucked helplessly in response, trying to push his cock further between the lion’s impossibly soft lips as that rough feline tongue rasped against him once more.
A snarl vibrated around Franklin’s erection as Cameron caught hold of his hips.His palms were hot, too, just like his mouth.As Franklin looked down, he saw Cameron’s nails morph slowly into claws and lightly pierce his skin.
