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I
t was
impossible enough to resist Gabriel when he came into work wearing clothes that draped around his body and highlighted his every curve and plane of muscle.

When his new eye candy was dressed in clothes designed to highlight the rounded curves of his ass, his t-shirt pulling across his pecs and riding up his back and stomach to expose a sliver of deliciously smooth skin?

Christ, Briar was half-hard from the moment he walked into the studio and caught a glimpse of the light streaming across his bare lower back.

And as much lip as Gabriel gave the photographer, he technically hadn’t been
wrong
. He’d resisted poses that he’d clearly known weren’t the right ones for him, favoring flattering angles.

And Hayes had been too handsy. He should have known better than to yank around their talent. Briar was going to get someone to yell at him later about that. No matter how much attitude a model showed, nothing justified that.

Julius needed to get a photographer who could win Gabriel’s trust so he wouldn’t be second-guessing him. But that was Julius’s problem, and
this
—the cocky little stud staring up into his eyes like he was daring him to fuck him…

This was Briar’s problem.

He licked his lips, and Gabriel unconsciously—or maybe consciously—mirrored him.

“You’re not made to follow orders.”

Gabriel didn’t crack a smile and agree or even roll his eyes sassily like Briar expected. Instead, his gaze flickered back and forth between Briar’s eyes for a few seconds, like there was something on his mind.

He didn’t say it, whatever it was. He just swallowed his response, then shook his head slightly. “Suppose not.”

That
was interesting.

Fuck, why was this guy so much more interesting than any other model who’d walked into the agency since Austin?

The name popped into his head before he could help it, but Briar shoved it aside. Gabriel was much more interesting, and he was right
here
, giving Briar the
fuck me
eyes while he raised his hands to his shirt to unbutton it.

“I like that you’re not cowed by anyone.”

“Cowed?” That, at last, drew a slight smile from Gabriel. Then it was gone, replaced by those sultry, thick lips parting a little.

“Pushed around, I was gonna say, but Hayes
was
pushing you around.”

“I don’t mind a hot guy pushing me around,” Gabriel told him, his voice distinctly softer and more meaningful. He was speaking slowly, making damn sure Briar knew what he meant. “But he’s not my type.”

“What is?” Briar challenged, keeping his own voice soft.

Gabriel’s shirt was unbuttoned all the way now and he pushed it off his arms. Through the thin white t-shirt underneath, the black ink of tattoos wound its way up his chest toward his shoulder. Briar’s eyes were on Gabriel’s face, though.

“I think you have an idea.” Gabriel rose to his feet.

It was impossible to say which of them made the first move. It was simultaneous, as if the thin-stretched barrier between them had finally reached its breaking point and snapped. Recoil or not, they were flying toward each other, hands seeking chests and waists to haul each other close.

And then they kissed, teeth clicking with the ferocious desperation of their first hot, hard kiss. Their mouths met, tongues licking into each other’s mouths.

Gabriel’s hands were already scrabbling at his shirt to get a couple of buttons undone, pulling the shirt tails out of his jeans.

Briar shuddered as those slender, skilled fingers slipped under his shirt and ran up along his stomach and up his chest. He let himself indulge in a few moments of bliss before he sucked on Gabriel’s lower lip to take over again.

Gabriel’s groan was soft but distinctly audible, splitting the silence between them. His hands went still, pressed hard against Briar’s body still under his clothes.

Briar answered with a quiet growl of need, shoving his thigh between Gabriel’s until their bodies rode together and ground, denim-wrapped bulge against bulge.

That was one problem he could fix. He pulled open the buttons on Gabriel’s jeans and fly one at a time, popping them open with an extra grind of his hips between each.

“Hnnnh.” The needy noise was indescribably hot. Gabriel was practically begging him to fuck him, his hands slipping around under Briar’s shirt to clutch at Briar’s back. Gabriel dug his nails into soft skin.

Briar yanked at his waistband, peeling the jeans away from his stomach and down his thighs, and then that fucking hot bulge was poking at the smooth grey trunks designed to minimize leg lines.

But Briar had something else important calling him: his own cock. He was tight in his pants, his dick throbbing with the desperate desire to be inside this cocky, hot, fiery young thing until he moaned and begged at the top of his lungs for more.

And they still had at least twenty-five minutes.

That didn’t make him slow the frantic pace one bit. From the moment they’d shaken hands, he’d felt the burning desire between them, barely stifled in the presence of the office at large.

Here, screwing around in a back room with nobody’s eyes on him? They could fuck like animals, and Briar fully intended to.

Briar pushed his hand back through Gabriel’s spiky hair, combing it back and pulling his head back to expose his throat. Then, like a viper, he struck.

He pressed his lips against the soft flesh of Gabriel’s neck, then down his throat until he reached the hard lump of his Adam’s apple. The light stubble under Gabriel’s chin burned Briar’s lips, and he relished the sting.

Gabriel’s body was soft against him, his cock rock-hard as Briar yanked down his jeans and underwear all at once. He gripped his shaft in one firm hand to rub against Gabriel’s bulge, teasing him.

“Oh, Jesus,” Gabriel hissed under his breath, fumbling to pull his own underwear down.

Briar stepped forward, crushing their bodies together and pushing in quick, hard thrusts so their hard cocks slid against one another’s.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Gabriel panted, his voice breaking and throat vibrating with his whimpers. He was crushing Briar against him with surprising strength for his size as the sensitive, firm flesh of their cocks lined up just right.

Then, the words Briar was dying to hear:

“Fuck me.”

W
hen Briar had told
him to sit down, he’d expected to suck his cock and get off with a little verbal—and if he were really lucky, physical—spanking.

He hadn’t expected to tempt the hottest and most powerful man in the whole damn agency to fuck him.

But Briar had been looking at him with the same hunger Gabriel felt every time he saw those pretty blue eyes flicker his direction, and Gabriel was happy to soak up every ounce of his attention.

And it felt good. No… not just that. It felt incredible.

He
was
hot shit, and people wanted him. Not just people—Briar wanted him. Yeah,
that
Briar. The Briar he’d been watching on Instagram and Facebook and in magazines for five years now.

The moment the plea—invitation, plea, whatever—fell from his lips, Briar pushed up against him, steering him backward and around the chair to the couch against the wall.

Gabriel was already burning from head to toe imagining how fucking
good
the thick cock throbbing against his stomach would feel pushing inside him. Preferably fast and hard and
now
.

Briar didn’t disappoint. When they reached the couch, he shoved Gabriel down, but he still had one hand on the small of his back to guide him down.

For a second, Gabriel was stunned at how sweet the move felt.

Then his lust was back as he wrested his jeans down over his knees and feet, kicking them aside and trying not to think about how much they probably cost. He followed suit by shrugging the t-shirt off, just to make sure he wasn’t going to get docked a paycheck.

Briar’s lips were on his throat again, trailing down toward his collarbone. Gabriel’s whole body flinched and shuddered, and he arched his back when those lips gently ran along his collarbone, sucking it from his shoulder all the way across to the hollow at the base of his throat.

Gabriel whimpered, heat surging through his body when Briar’s lips closed around his nipple and gently sucked one, then the other. A skilled flick of Briar’s wet, warm tongue against each pink nub was all it took to have Gabriel’s chest heaving for breath.

“You’re so easy to turn on,” Briar breathed out, his voice hoarse and so close. The deep rumble of his chest never failed to turn Gabriel on. It was damn hard to focus on anything when he heard Briar practically breathing his sex operator hotline voice into all his phone meetings.

Gabriel’s toes curled into the couch as he moaned his agreement. Thank God for going barefoot during the shoot. One less thing to worry about taking off.

His cock was throbbing again, demanding attention so much he almost ached. Briar might have been a tease, but he couldn’t handle much more teasing when he’d already been on edge for the gorgeous hunk for three days.

Briar hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the underwear that pulled tight around Gabriel’s thighs, hauling the soft garment down and off in a swift motion.

Gabriel pushed close, hooking his ankles together behind Briar’s back while Briar tore open the condom packet. Gabriel curled his fingers into the back of the couch behind him, whimpering again when Briar gave one or two strokes of both their cocks together in one hand.

Then, Briar rolled the condom onto his cock in one delicious swoop of his hand from top to base, his eyes flickering half-closed for a moment with pleasure. His hand now slick, he pumped it up and down his shaft a few times.

The plump, round tip of Briar’s cock pushed inside Gabriel’s tight hole slowly, and he tilted his head back to relish these first few seconds of being filled.

Inch by inch, that shaft slid into him in quick, shallow thrusts that made them both pant for breath. Gabriel stayed as relaxed as it was possible to be when his dreamboat was flushed and panting for breath and pushing his way into his tight ass with breathless little grunts.

Oh, those sounds were
hot as fuck
spilling from Briar’s lips.

Gabriel moaned his encouragement when Briar bottomed out, his balls brushing skin lightly. “Fucking
hurry up
,” he ordered to let Briar know he was ready for more.

A grin—swift but gorgeous, a flash of perfect white teeth—flitted over Briar’s face, and then he was pulling his hips back and thrusting again, filling him deep and hot and
just right
.

“Yes…!”

Gabriel’s back arched, and he dug his nails into the couch. Then he couldn’t resist grabbing Briar’s forearms, running his hands up to his shoulders to haul him in and down for a kiss.

Briar braced a knee on the couch and one hand behind Gabriel to get just stable enough, and then…

“Oh!” Gabriel grunted, then growled his approval. “
Yes
!"

Briar slammed his hips forward, thrusting inside him fast and hard, exactly the way Gabriel craved it.

Gabriel pushed forward into that thick cock without hesitation, rolling his head against the back of the couch while Briar sucked on the side of his neck. It was just hard enough to get his attention, but not enough to leave a hickey. He was thinking this through more than Gabriel, then.

“Fuckin’
hell
,” Gabriel moaned, his toes curling again as Briar gave quick, hard thrusts into his ass. His whole body shivered with the desire roaring through him like a wildfire.

Those warm lips landed just below his earlobe, sucking gently on that spot on his neck. Gabriel couldn’t breathe for a second as the tip of Briar’s tongue flickered along his skin and then up to his earlobe, so gently tracing along it.

Gabriel couldn’t hold back. He reached under himself to jerk himself off in quick, sharp strokes. His whole body was tense and twitchy, burning with the need that seemed to redouble under his skin every minute.

He ran his hands up Briar’s back, under his shirt again, gasping at the way his back muscles rippled with each fluid thrust.

Every time Gabriel thought he was on the edge of bliss, Briar pushed him one level higher.

And then he came so hard his nails bit into Briar’s back, clutching at his shoulder blade and the hollow in his back as his body arched clear off the sofa, his legs locked hard around Briar’s waist.

Gabriel was pretty sure he started to moan Briar’s name so loud the whole office could hear, but by the second syllable, Briar’s mouth was on his.

He mumbled his noises of bliss into Briar’s mouth as his body tensed and released in quick, furious muscle shivers. Gabriel felt his own warm wetness against his chest and stomach and reveled in it, his toes curling again as he moaned for Briar’s benefit.

And then Briar was coming, too, driving into him in quick uneven motions of pure need. Gabriel untangled his hand from Briar’s shirt and pulled the back of his head in so he had to kiss him while he came.

The rough, quick pants of breath against his lips were so fucking hot.

At last, their bodies both went still for a few moments, Briar draped along Gabriel’s front, both of them collapsed against the couch as Gabriel slowly let his legs fall so his feet touched the ground. His arms were still loosely draped over Briar’s shoulders for a moment before he pulled them back to push his hair back and forth. God, he’d have to do that all over again, and some of his makeup too.

Briar pulled back to wrap the condom up well and toss it in the bin, and Gabriel finally spared a glance down at himself. He had to get himself cleaned up, pretty again, and dressed into another change of clothes.

As he cleaned up and Briar made himself decent again, there was an unspoken, companionable silence. Gabriel felt none of the tension that had knotted him up when Briar first dragged him into this back room, and the confidence he felt now was less aggressively projected and more…

More sincere.

“Wear that—and that. And those.”

Gabriel didn’t stop and question the choices. He slipped into the chinos Briar picked out for him without hesitation, buttoning up the shirt quickly. Then, Gabriel sat at the makeup chair to fiddle with his hair again.

“Good,” Briar told him, half turned away already to head for the door. Then, he stopped and turned back, gazing at Gabriel for a few long moments. Gabriel didn’t know what to say or what Briar was looking for, but he met the gaze without hesitation.

Faintly, only because of the silence between them, Gabriel heard the sudden rise in voices that meant someone—several someones—had come into the studio.

Briar abruptly turned again to unlock and open the door. Before the changing room door closed behind him, Gabriel heard him greet the photographer and chat with Julius. He sounded like nothing at all had happened.

God, even if that
was
a one-time fling, it was one of the best Gabriel could remember ever having had.

Briar Fields fucked me, and it was awesome.

Despite the pouty persona he wanted to show the camera, Gabriel couldn’t stop smiling.