The Millionaire's Mistake by Sean Michael Read Free Book Online

cups.”
    “Is that what you’re pretending to do while you make believe you aren’t just dying for me to take you back upstairs and fuck you?”
    “God, yes.” There was no point in denying it. He was pretty sure he didn’t even want to.
    “So how many cups do you have?” Walt leaned forward, eyes hot. “Do you even know or are you going to pull an answer out of your ass?”
    “Lots. I have lots. Boxes.”
    “Better to not be pulling boxes out of your ass…” teased Walt.
    “Hush. Hush. I have to think, focus. Work.”
    “You do have to focus. I want you to focus on the sound in your cock and the plug in your ass.”
    “Walt!”
    “Yes?” Butter wouldn’t melt in Walt’s mouth. “Also, boy, that’s another. I’m keeping track on an app.”
    “Oh, asshole.”
    “And another.” Walt actually pulled his phone out of his pocket and very deliberately put in the number two.
    “I’m going to work. Enjoy your coffee.” Reid stood and headed back to the office without waiting for a response from Walt. Half an hour. Half an hour and they’d be closed.
    It was going to be the longest half hour in the history of mankind.

Chapter Six
    AW went upstairs around four. He didn’t want to be in the store at closing. He figured Reid didn’t need to explain his presence after hours, besides he wanted Reid to come up without being told, without him there to push and remind.
    He glanced at his watch. It was nearly six. The coffee shop closed at four thirty on Fridays. Either there was a hell of a lot of work to do to close the place before the weekend, Reid had gone home, or the man was stalling.
    AW was willing to bet it was the later.
    His phone beeped. 2 scones left. want?
    Smiling, he texted back, please. coffee?
    machines are all sterilized for monday. sry.
    Ah, of course. Perhaps there wasn’t quite as much stalling as he’d thought if Reid had to get the place ready for the Monday morning rush.
    no prob
    It was probably for the best anyway. He’d already had way more caffeine than his usual today.
    In another five minutes, his phone rang. Walt went to the elevator and punched in his code as he answered. “I’m unlocking the top floor now.”
    “Thank you.”
    He could hear Reid’s laughter, just in those two words.
    “Brat.” The word was fondly said, though. He was glad Reid was in a good mood despite the contraption he’d made the man wear all day long. Or maybe it was because of it.
    “You’re the one who locked me out.”
    “Not you. Everyone else.” He wasn’t letting anyone in except Reid. “I’ll give you the code.”
    “Coming up. Going to lose…” And sure enough, there went the cell reception.
    Sliding his phone into his pocket, AW leaned against the wall next to the elevator. It had been hard today, knowing Reid was so close, knowing his lover was wearing his will and not being able to touch. He’d been half-hard all day and now his prick was firming up with his anticipation.
    Reid had snarled and growled, but submitted, and now it was theirs—the entire weekend. Two full days. He had food brought in today, so there would be no reason to dress, to leave.
    The elevator door opened and Reid stepped out, handed him the scones.
    “Thank you. You wanna eat them in bed?”
    “Crumbs.” Reid looked at him, vibrating visibly. “Take it off?”
    “Sure.” He put the scones down and stripped off his T-shirt, knowing full well that wasn’t what Reid meant.
    Reid growled, stomping one foot. “Walt!”
    “There you go, not calling me Master again. You’re needing it today.” He now had five swats to that gorgeous prick coming to Reid.
    Moving to Reid, he began pull the man’s T-shirt out of his jeans. He could smell Reid’s need, could smell the way his lover hungered for him. Once he had Reid’s T-shirt off, he started in on the man’s jeans. “This is the last of the clothing you’ll be wearing until Monday morning.”
    Reid’s belly flushed a warm red. He tickled his