#MySexySaturday {40}: Ulterior Motives? He had none...

This week we're supposed to pick our excerpt based on not necessarily sex, but the emotion that leads to sex. To be loved.  In this particular case, Hark, my emotionally wounded hero, has offered comfort to Bryan after they find out that Bryan's assistant of ten years was attacked and left for dead in his office. (She lives thankfully!) Knowing Bryan is stressed beyond belief Hark uses the control Diachi has given him to comfort the other man.   Enjoy and make sure you stop by the rest of the contributor's blogs. 

Dakota

Snippet

Hark found the patience he'd been taught in the military was sorely lacking as he waited for Bryan to decide whether or not to trust him. It was true that Diachi had given Bryan to him during business hours, but that didn't mean the man before him felt comfortable enough to take what Hark had to offer. Hark found himself hoping Bryan would balk at the idea and push him away. It would only reconfirm how Hark viewed himself as a Dom. But a small part of him - one he’d thought died, wanted a chance to live again - to experience the pleasure that came from having another depend on them. But now as Bryan wrestled with his options, Hark could only wait. Diachi may have had the right to give Bryan to him, but only Bryan could be the one who followed through. 

Time seemed to stretch for an eternity with him hovering over the slightly smaller man with his hands braced against the wall, until Bryan stepped close enough to wrap his arms around Hark's waist.

“Hold me?” He shyly looked up at Hark, the need apparent in his gaze.

“With pleasure.” The words had barely passed his lips, when Bryan’s face found the crook of his neck. 

A shuddering sigh that could’ve been a mumbled thank you reached Hark’s ears as he gathered Bryan closer with one arm. How long they stood like that with Bryan's breath teasing his collarbone while Hark offered him the only comfort he knew how, was hard to say. It wasn't until the clearing of someone's throat followed by a brisk knock on the doorframe of Bryan's office that Bryan finally stirred as if to move out of Hark's arms. 

Hark had to fight the urge to pull Bryan back inside the shelter of his body. But he resisted. Even as Bryan took comfort from him, Hark had to remember this was all temporary.

"Hey, Bryan. I'm sorry to interrupt, but I just heard what happened." The tall, dark-haired man in slacks and open-throat dress shirt hesitated – obviously uncomfortable at interrupting what was an intimate moment between Bryan and Hark.

  

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.