The call boy didn’t expect the summons—especially not from Gun, who had disappeared without a word. While Gun had been a money making client, he never formed attachments. Gun was just another job, albeit a memorable one. As he walked through the familiar doorway, anticipation buzzed through him, curiosity mingling with arousal.

  The sight before him nearly made him stumble. Gun y sprawled on the bed, dressed in a sheer bck lingerie set that clung to his lean body, highlighting every curve and hollow. A matching bck scarf covered his eyes, making the scene all the more tantalising.

  A slow grin spread across the call boy’s lips as he approached the bed, the sound of his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. He stopped beside Gun, taking a moment to drink in the sight. Pcing a firm hand on Gun’s shoulder, he leaned down, his lips brushing against Gun’s ear.

  “Did you miss me?” he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

  Gun didn’t respond, simply turning his face to the left, his expression unreadable beneath the blindfold. The call boy chuckled softly, his fingers trailing down Gun’s neck before grabbing him gently but firmly by the chin. He tilted Gun’s head toward him and crushed their lips together in a searing kiss.

  The moment their mouths connected, the tension ignited like dry wood meeting a fme. Gun moaned softly, his lips parting to allow the call boy’s tongue to delve inside, their breaths mingling in a heated frenzy. The call boy’s hands roamed possessively over Gun’s body, his fingers sliding beneath the delicate straps of the lingerie and peeling them away like wrapping paper.

  Gun arched into the touch, his chest heaving as the call boy kissed down his jawline, then his throat, nipping and licking a path to his colrbone. His teeth grazed Gun’s skin just enough to leave marks—a possessive reminder of their encounter.

  Before long, both of them were bare, their clothes discarded in a heap on the floor. The call boy’s hands slid down Gun’s thighs, parting them effortlessly. His gaze trailed over Gun’s exposed body, his arousal throbbing at the sight. Gun’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his lips parted, and his blindfolded state only added to the vulnerability that drove the call boy wild.

  Sliding between Gun’s legs, the call boy pressed his hardened length against his entrance, teasing him as he leaned down to capture Gun’s lips in another rough kiss. His hands gripped Gun’s hips, holding him in pce as he rolled his hips, eliciting a desperate whimper from the man beneath him.

  The call boy groaned, his patience snapping as he thrust into Gun in one smooth motion. Gun cried out, his head falling back against the pillows as pleasure and pain melded into one overwhelming sensation. The call boy began to move, his pace rough and unrelenting, each thrust sending shocks of ecstasy through Gun’s body.

  Their breaths came in ragged gasps, the air thick with the scent of sweat and lust. Gun cwed at the sheets beneath him, his moans spilling freely from his lips as the call boy drove deeper, his movements frantic and hungry.

  The call boy gripped Gun’s wrists, pinning them above his head. Gun gasped sharply as the call boy pushed into him, his entire body arching from the intensity of the sensation. His emotions were a whirlwind, a chaotic storm he couldn’t control. Each thrust sent shivers through his body, blurring the line between pleasure and guilt. Deep down, he knew he was betraying Remmington. But what future did they truly have? His heart ached, conflicted as the call boy brought him closer to the edge.

  A single thought nagged at him: What if this man was the father of my child? The possibility weighed on him heavily, even as his body betrayed him, giving in to the waves of pleasure.

  The call boy’s movements became more aggressive, pulling desperate, uncontrolble sounds from Gun. Each thrust drove him closer to release, his voice growing louder, needier, echoing off the walls of the room. Unable to hold back any longer, Gun’s hands trembled as they reached for the scarf covering his eyes.

  His curiosity got the better of him.

  Tearing the scarf away, Gun’s breath hitched as his eyes locked onto the face of the man above him. His chest tightened, and tears welled in his eyes as realisation hit him like a thunderbolt. “K-King?” he whispered, his voice breaking, disbelief etched across his face.

  King’s body froze for a brief moment, his eyes wide with surprise as he stared back at Gun. Then, his expression shifted, a mix of irritation and resignation settling in. He let out a heavy sigh, his lips curling into a faint smirk. “You just had to be curious, didn’t you?” he muttered, his voice dripping with exasperation.

  Without warning, King pulled out, only to thrust back into Gun’s core with a force that left him gasping. Gun’s body jerked at the impact, his emotions colliding with the physical pleasure coursing through him.

  King leaned down, his face inches from Gun’s as he spoke, his tone low and dangerous. “Now that you know, what are you going to do about it?”

  MyLadyQueen