Loosening his tie, Matteo walked into the main bedroom, ready to scold his bratty boyfriend for the photoshoot stunt. But the moment he rounded the corner, his words died in his throat. His jaw tightened instantly.
"What the fuck…" Matteo muttered, his gaze burning. "This looks fucking yummy, babe. I love the view." A slow smile spread across his lips. "I love what I'm seeing."
Adrian was sprawled out in the center of the bed, his legs spread wide, one hand smoothly pumping his hard cock while his other hand traced his own chest, his skin flushed and glistening.
Adrian's eyes were dark, entirely consumed by lust. He looked up at Matteo through thick lashes, his voice a sultry purr. "Welcome home, Daddy."
In a fraction of a second, every ounce of exhaustion drained from Matteo's body. The sheer visual of his man offering himself up like a feast set his blood on fire. He ripped off his suit jacket without breaking eye contact. "I want to eat you up right now," he growled.
