“Sweet heaven,” Neema murmured.
“Yeah, he has that effect on people.” The sigh couldn’t be helped.
Neema smiled knowingly at him. “I bet.”
Joshua was pleasantly surprised when Frank stopped in front of him and put a hand to Joshua’s lower back.
“You have a good dinner?”
“It was amazing. Thank you.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” He turned to Neema and held a hand out. “You must be Neema. I’m Frank, and you’ve already met Joshua.”
“A pleasure to meet you, and yes, Joshua and I have met.”
“Great. Why don’t we set up out here? My office is a little crowded at the moment with the employee lounge currently undergoing repairs.” He motioned to the same table Joshua had sat at to have his dinner. Did Frank know that? The little smirk he threw Joshua’s way said he did, and it made Joshua’s heart skip a beat. First a kiss on the cheek, now a wicked little smile? The man was trying to kill him.
They spent the next several hours going through the entire event package Neema had organized, everything from centerpieces and table settings to menus and entertainment. It was exciting, seeing Frank’s vision come together. Joshua had been more than a little surprised when Frank asked his opinion on several design choices, and even more surprised when Frank agreed with his choices. It had been fun.
There was still a lot to do and coordinate, but their meeting with Neema had gone exceptionally well. Some of the tension had eased from Frank’s shoulders now that orders had been confirmed. It was close to midnight by the time they were ready to go home.
“I’ve just gotta put a few things away in the office and lock up. Then we can head out together,” Frank said.
“Sure thing.”
While Frank went to finish up, Joshua decided to wander the club. It took Frank a good fifteen to twenty minutes to lock up the back end of the club before he was ready to turn the lights off and set the alarm. Now that he thought about it, Frank had given him a tour of the club, but he’d only motioned toward the back rooms. He hadn’t actually taken Joshua back there.
Curious, Joshua stepped through a set of thick black curtains that led to a narrow hall with rows of curtained-off sections to each side. Beyond the curtained-off sections were rooms, the black doors only visible against the black walls because of the strips of neon across the top of the doorways in the club’s signature blue.
Joshua had never been in one of these rooms with anyone. He’d certainly not gotten up to anything. The times he’d visited the club, he’d seen the Kings and their significant others disappear into the back rooms at one point or another.
The doors to the rooms were all open since they were unoccupied, and Joshua walked into the first one. The black room was just big enough for its intended purpose, with a tufted black velvet couch against the wall and a trash can beside it. A small, high-black table contained a silver tray of wet wipes, and in front of the couch sat a black coffee table with a bowl of condoms and lube in the center. The place was spotless. Considering how Frank felt about his club, Joshua wasn’t surprised. He’d have to ask Frank how he managed that.
“I’ll just sample one of these, if you don’t mind,” Joshua said to no one in particular as he pocketed one of the condoms and a packet of lube.
Knowing what these rooms were used for had his overactive imagination conjuring up all manner of sinfully sexy scenarios. Instead of random half-naked sweaty men in suits, one particular suited man came to mind.
What would it be like to have Frank hold him up against the wall, kiss the breath out of him, fuck him fast and hard? With a moan, Joshua fell back against the wall. He closed his eyes, willing himself to calm down. This was bad. He shouldn’t be in here. He definitely shouldn’t be in here thinking about Frank fucking him, sinking slowly into him until he was balls-deep. Frank’s heavier weight against him would feel so damned good, and when he moved…
“Joshua?”
Frank’s low rumble made Joshua groan, until he realized that voice had come from outside of his head. He opened his eyes and glanced over at the door where Frank stood, his gasp caught in his throat at the heat in Frank’s eyes.
“Hi.” Joshua’s voice came out low and throaty. He turned toward the door, his side pressed against the wall as he took in every inch of the gorgeous man.
“What, um… what are you doing in here?” Frank asked, taking a tentative step inside the room.
“I’ve never been in here with anyone.”
“I know.”
Joshua’s head shot up and he met Frank’s gaze. Had Frank been watching him? How else would he know Joshua had never accompanied anyone into the back rooms?
“I was curious. When I stepped inside, I started thinking…” Joshua stayed where he was. If Frank wanted to do something about whatever had him looking at Joshua the way he was, like he wanted to fuck him into submission, then he’d have to make the first move. That didn’t mean Joshua couldn’t help him along.
Frank took a step closer. “What were you thinking?”
“Of you fucking me.” He held Frank’s gaze. “Up against the wall.” Joshua’s cock strained against his pants as Frank let out a low feral growl.
“Is that what you want? To be fucked in some club’s back room?”
Joshua left the wall and stopped in front of Frank. He placed a hand on Frank’s chest as he gazed up at him.
“Sapphire Sands isn’t just some club where men go to fuck. It’s a home, a safe space. Somewhere they can be themselves and forget about the world outside. You did that, Frank. You built a community, one that helps others. So no, I don’t want to be fucked in some club’s back room. I want to be fucked here, in a place that means something to you.”
“You’re amazing, you know that?” Frank’s smile stole Joshua’s breath away, right before his mouth on Joshua’s finished the job.
An inferno of need erupted through Joshua as he met Frank’s ravenous hunger with his own. Never had he been kissed with such fire and passion. Joshua curled his fingers around the lapels of Frank’s suit jacket, whether to hold himself up or to keep Frank close, he had no idea, but the longer Frank kissed him, the more Joshua needed.
Frank’s tongue tangled with his, the heat of his mouth, the feel of his lips, and his strong arms wrapped around Joshua fueled the flames raging inside him. Just as he’d fantasized, Frank pushed him up against the wall, his lips tearing away from Joshua’s to suck at his neck, then ear.
“Oh God,” Joshua moaned, his head thrown back as Frank kissed and nibbled his neck. Joshua slipped his hand lower, cupping Frank in his slacks, his groan joining Frank’s as he palmed that big, hard cock. “I want this inside me so bad,” Joshua said, his voice hoarse and raspy. “Please, Frank.”
Frank made quick work of their belts, unfastening and unzipping. Their pants dropped to the floor, and Joshua let go of Frank long enough to toe off his shoes and grab the supplies he’d stuck in his pocket earlier. He stepped out of his pants and shoved his boxer-briefs down. Something about seeing Frank still dressed in his suit with his leaking cock jutted up toward his stomach made Joshua weak in the knees.