Chapter 95

Harrison kept calling his name.

That honeyed voice immediately drew Nathaniel's attention again, making him turn back instinctively. It was the kind of voice that demanded attention, impossible to ignore.

Nathaniel could only glare before retreating to his side of the room.

Harrison had already slipped back under the covers. Nathaniel shot him an irritated look. "What's with all the calling? Trying to summon demons?"

Harrison was speechless. He was only trying to help!

"I need another cold shower," Nathaniel muttered, striding toward the bathroom.

Minutes later, he emerged, skin still damp as he climbed back into bed.

Silence stretched between them, thick with tension. From the adjacent room, muffled laughter and intimate whispers drifted through the walls - the couple next door clearly hadn't finished their evening.

Nathaniel was about to get up for yet another cold shower when movement beside him stopped him. Harrison, who had been clinging to the far edge of the bed, had shifted closer. His slender frame now pressed against Nathaniel's side.

The air between them warmed instantly with Harrison's subtle citrus scent.

Nathaniel froze. They were both grown men, fully aware of what this proximity meant, especially with the charged atmosphere. Harrison was clearly making a move, the invitation unmistakable.

He looked down, voice dropping to a husky murmur. "What are you doing?"

Harrison lifted those liquid brown eyes, gaze playful beneath long lashes. "What does it look like?"

Nathaniel's throat worked as he swallowed hard. Before he could respond, his phone buzzed with Isabella's call.

He answered immediately. "Isabella?"

Her teasing voice filled the space between them. "Nathaniel, why are you ignoring my texts?"

She'd sent childhood photos earlier that he'd forgotten to reply to.

"I've been-" His words cut off as Harrison smoothly climbed into his lap, lips brushing against his throat.

Every muscle in Nathaniel's body locked at the unexpected contact. Heat flooded his veins, darkening his gaze.

He placed a firm hand on Harrison's shoulder, pushing him back slightly in warning.

This was deliberate. Harrison knew exactly when to kiss him - right when he was on the phone with Isabella. A test of his control.

Those soft lips lingered on his neck, teasing along the sharp line of his throat that mirrored his chiseled jaw. Intoxicating.

The room fell eerily silent except for Isabella's voice. "Nathaniel? Are you even listening? What are you doing right now? Are you alone?"

Harrison, clearly not finished, nipped lightly at his throat.

Nathaniel couldn't possibly continue this conversation. He ended the call abruptly and hauled Harrison off by the shoulders, voice strained. "No biting."

Harrison had already left one mark on his throat before - a small but noticeable impression that had taken days to fade. He'd been forced to keep his shirts buttoned to the top for meetings.

And now Harrison was doing it again.

Harrison loved marking him, especially because of Nathaniel's usual icy control. Testing boundaries was his favorite game.

Tilting his head back, Harrison found Nathaniel's jaw, pressing soft kisses along the strong line.

Nathaniel's grip on his shoulders tightened instinctively. Part of him wanted to push Harrison away. The other part wanted to pull him closer.

His dark eyes fluttered shut briefly as he wrestled for control. But he couldn't bring himself to reject Harrison, allowing those lips to trail over his skin with increasing boldness.

Then his phone buzzed again. Isabella calling back.

Nathaniel reached for it, but Harrison's lips found his first - soft yet insistent, stealing his breath away.