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What He Wants

By: Kate Aaron | Other books by Kate Aaron
Published By: Croft House
Published: Apr 29, 2012
ISBN # KTRNXX0000006
Word Count: 78,500
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Categories: Romance>LGBTQ>Gay Romance>Contemporary Romance>Erotic Romance


What He Wants by Kate Aaron - Romance>LGBTQ>Gay eBook

Christo's life fell apart when his partner of eight years walked out on him. There wasn't even a reason for it: sometimes love just fades, as quickly and mysteriously as it appears in the first place.

Enter Damien. Damien's the guy with a different man on his arm for every event, he's smooth and arrogant and always impeccably turned out. Christo hates him. But God, he's gorgeous. Damien could be exactly what Christo needs to get him over John.

It's only going to be a fling. Nothing serious, nothing that will affect their working relationship or the rest of their lives. So why are they fighting through the night rather than letting go and walking away? Why does Damien's secretive nature bug Christo so much? And why does he even care that the other man might not be as tough as he pretends to be?
Reader Rating:   3.9 starstarstarstar (16 Ratings)
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Christo had forgotten just how much he hated these events. They were always too crowded, too noisy and frantic, and this was only the exhibitors – the clients wouldn’t arrive until the morning. All the usual groups were there: the rag-tag band of students from the ‘creative’ department of some ad agency (For ‘creative’, read ‘scruffy and pierced’, he thought grimly); the group who looked like they’d stepped out of a bad gangster movie, surrounded by security to protect their prototype of God-knows-what; the science geeks in lab coats; the corporate sluts and the team in bright yellow T-shirts (yellow was officially deemed a ‘friendly’ colour) who were handing out free novelty items branded with their company logo. All this needed was a thin woman carrying a clipboard, her hair scraped back into a severe bun, a disapproving look on her face, and the cast would be complete. Right on cue she materialised and Christo had to bite back a laugh. He’d have made a good psychic.

She consulted her clipboard and directed him to his stand. He picked up the large display board he’d brought and lugged it over, just in time to see Damien start wrestling with their banner. He stood and watched, grinning as three times Damien secured one end, only for the other to flutter gracefully to the floor behind him.

“Need a hand?” He asked cheerfully as the other man launched into a tirade of four-letter words at the wayward sign.

“Can’t we hire someone to do this?” Damien asked, grabbing the other end of the board and helping Christo manoeuvre it into position.

“Yeah, if it comes out of your budget.”

“Fuck that.”


They stood back and admired their handiwork. They weren’t going to win any prizes, but at least the board didn’t look like it was about to fall over. Christo picked up the end of the banner from the floor and together they secured it.

“What else have you brought?” Damien asked.

“The sandwich board’s in my car, and the posters. I thought we could leave the rest until tomorrow.”

Damien nodded. “I’ve left the stationery at the hotel. Got some air fresheners as well.”

“What do they smell of?”

“Fuck knows. I was promised vanilla, but that sure as hell ain’t what I got.”

“Story of my life.”

Damien roared with laughter as Christo blushed. “I’m gonna have to write that one down,” he chuckled.

“Repeat it and you’re dead,” Christo warned. “It just slipped out.”

The other man arched an eyebrow and sniggered.

Christo rolled his eyes. “How old are you?”

Damien just smirked and went back to tidying their stand. Christo headed off to get the rest of the things from his car, shaking his head and smiling. It felt good seeing the other man again. In fact, it felt great. He pulled up short and scolded himself. They were just colleagues, maybe friends at best. Friends who’d had really hot and incredible sex. Mentally, he slapped his wrist. There was no point thinking about that, Damien had made it pretty clear he wasn’t interested in anything more. So maybe Damien hadn’t come beating down his door when he’d more than half-wanted it; he’d hardly made any move on the other man himself. It would never work with Damien, that much was obvious. Why start something that was only going to end in disaster, make both of them miserable and probably affect their jobs, too? It was madness to even contemplate it.

Of course, that didn’t mean he didn’t contemplate it.

He admitted to himself that he’d been disappointed when Damien kept their Skype call on Friday strictly professional. Not that he was sure what he was expecting, they were in work after all. It wasn’t like Damien was suddenly going to declare his undying love. He wasn’t even sure he wanted that. He just wanted…something. Some acknowledgement that maybe they were more to each other than they had been two weeks ago. It felt like a rejection, and Christo hadn’t been prepared for how much that hurt, irrational as it was to have even hoped for anything else.

They barely stopped over the next two days, meeting early to prep the stall, selling hard all day and staying late to follow up on new leads and contacts. It was as much as they could do at night to grab a quick meal in the hotel bar and crawl to bed – separately – before beginning all over again in the morning. By the last day they were both fed up and exhausted, but they knew the expo had been a success. Between them they’d landed a dozen new contracts, with serious offers for more to follow up on when they got back to their respective offices.

“Shall we call it a day?” Damien asked in the middle of the morning.

Christo glanced around the room at the thin crowd of people. The expo was all but finished, he knew. “Let’s give it another hour,” he suggested. “Instead of coming back after lunch we’ll pack up.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Damien drove them to a small pub and ordered their meals while Christo leafed through the paperwork.

“Do you know how much we made?” Christo asked, astonished, when the other man returned with their drinks.

“Maybe the recession is over?”

“I’ll drink to that.”

They clinked their glasses.

“Put that away,” Damien told him as he picked up the documents again. “We’ve worked hard enough this week.”

“Maybe you’re right.” He tucked the papers back into his briefcase.

Their eyes met over the table. Christo shifted in his seat. This was the first time they’d been alone together without a pile of work to do since the morning after the night before. He cleared his throat.

“Are we ever going to talk?”

Christo looked up sharply. “What’s there to talk about?”

“You ran out on me.” Damien’s eyes flashed.

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Look if you’re not interested that’s fine. You’ve just come out of a big relationship and I get it. If it was just a one-off thing then tell me.”

“I, I don’t know,” Christo stammered. How was he supposed to tell Damien that he was frightened of getting hurt again? What was it Guy said: He’s only going to fuck you and ditch you. Was that true?

“What do you want, Christo?”

God, just the way Damien said his name made his loins shiver. What did he want? He wanted Damien. He wanted mad, hot, passionate sex. But he wanted other things as well: loyalty; security; stability. Love.

“Stop analysing it,” Damien drawled. “I’m doing all the work here. Just tell me what you want.”

Still Christo dithered.

“Shall I tell you what you want?” Damien didn’t wait for an answer. “You want me to take you back to the hotel, book us a room, take you to bed and fuck you. You want us to shower together and eat food off each other’s bodies and you want me to suck your cock until you come in my mouth.”

Christo made an embarrassed, outraged noise.

“You didn’t let me finish,” Damien scolded. “Afterwards, you want to fall asleep in my arms, and in the morning you want me to still be there. Am I right?”

Oh God, yes. Christo nodded quickly, unable to speak. If his cock got any harder it’d jump into Damien’s arms of its own accord.

Damien smiled. “Good. I want that too.”
Reader Reviews (1)
Submitted By: hooked on Jan 1, 2014
Very nice read. Engages the readers emotions.

What He Wants

By: Kate Aaron