Chapter 137: The Producer’s Toy -2

Rylan’s hand stayed on the back of Cade’s head. The weight of it was steady and the feeling was warm.

Cade kept his eyes up. His knees pressed into the carpet. His pulse hammered so hard he could feel it in his throat and between his legs.

Neither of them spoke for a long moment.

Rylan’s thumb moved once through Cade’s hair again. Slowly. Almost thoughtful. Cade’s breath caught. He stayed still and let the touch sink in. Heat pooled low in his stomach. His mouth felt dry.

Rylan finally spoke. His voice was quiet and controlled.

"Not here. Not like this."

Cade’s chest tightened. He waited.

Rylan’s fingers slid down to the side of Cade’s neck, feeling the hard beat under the skin. "You’re shaking."

"I’m not scared," Cade said. His voice came out lower than he expected. "I’m ready."

Rylan’s eyes stayed on his. "I can see that. But I’m not going to take you on the floor of my office."

He stepped back just enough to let Cade stand. Cade rose carefully. His legs felt unsteady. He kept his hands at his sides.

Rylan watched him the whole time. His gaze moved over Cade’s face, his mouth, the way his shirt clung to his chest from the heat.

"Friday night," Rylan said. "My place. Eight o’clock. I’ll text you the address."

Cade’s pulse jumped again. "Friday."

"Yes. And when you come, you come ready. No games. No half measures. You want the role, you give me everything."

Cade swallowed. The sound was loud in the quiet room. "I will."

Rylan’s eyes darkened a fraction. He reached out and brushed two fingers along Cade’s lower lip. The touch was light, almost testing. Cade’s breath hitched but he didn’t pull away.

"Good," Rylan said. "Now leave before I change my mind and take you right here."

Cade nodded once. He turned and walked to the door. His legs still felt unsteady. He could feel Rylan’s eyes on his back the entire way.

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Friday came slower than Cade expected.

He arrived at the address five minutes early. The building was quiet, expensive, private.

He took the elevator up and stood outside the door for a few seconds, breathing steadily, before he knocked.

Rylan opened it. He was in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and few buttons, unbuttoned.

His eyes moved over Cade the same way they had in the office - slow, thorough, measuring.

"Come in."

Cade stepped inside. The apartment was large and dimly lit. City lights glowed through the wide windows. The air smelled faintly of Rylan’s cologne.

Rylan closed the door behind him with asoft click that felt final.

Cade turned. Their eyes met. Neither of them spoke right away. Cade’s heart was already beating faster. He could feel it in his wrists.

Rylan walked closer. He stopped just in front of Cade and looked down at him.

"You came."

"I said I would."

Rylan lifted one hand and rested it against the side of Cade’s neck. His thumb pressed lightly over the pulse point. Cade’s breath shortened. Goosebumps rose along his arms.

Rylan looked down at his crotch with a smirk on his face.

"You’re already hard," Rylan said quietly.

Cade didn’t deny it. He could feel the tight pull in his pants. The heat. The way his body was already reacting just from the proximity and the promise of what was coming.

Rylan’s hand slid higher, into Cade’s hair, and tightened just enough to tip his head back.

Cade’s eyes half-closed. His mouth opened slightly on a breath.

Rylan kissed him.

It wasn’t soft. It was slow and deep and controlled. Cade’s hands stayed at his sides for a second before he gripped Rylan’s shirt.

The kiss pulled a low sound from his throat. Rylan answered by pressing closer, their bodies aligning.

Cade could feel how hard Rylan was against him.

When Rylan broke the kiss, both of them were breathing harder.

"Let’s go to the edroom," Rylan said.

Cade followed him down the short hallway that led to the room.

The room was dark, so Rylan turned on a single low lamp and soft light filled the space.

The room was large, the bed wide and already turned down.

He faced Cade again. "Take your clothes off."

Cade’s fingers worked the buttons of his shirt. He kept his eyes on Rylan while he did it. The air felt cool against his bare chest.

He let the shirt fall. Then he undid his pants and pushed them down with his underwear.

He stepped out of them and stood there naked, already fully hard, pulse visible in his throat.

Rylan’s gaze moved over him without hurry. Cade felt every second of that look. His cock twitched. He stayed still and let himself be seen.

Rylan undressed next. He did it slowly, watching Cade the entire time. When he was bare, he stepped in close again. Their bodies almost touched. Heat radiated between them.

Rylan’s hand wrapped around Cade’s cock. The touch was firm and sure.

Cade’s breath left him in a rough exhale. His hips wanted to push forward, but he held still.

"On the bed," Rylan said.

Cade climbed onto it and lay back. Rylan followed, settling between his thighs. He didn’t rush.

He ran his hands up Cade’s legs, over his hips, across his stomach. Every touch left heat behind.

Cade’s skin felt too sensitive. His breathing had gone shallow.

Rylan leaned down and took him into his mouth.

Cade’s head tipped back against the pillow. A broken sound left his throat.

The wet heat, the slow pull, the way Rylan’s tongue worked - it was almost too much after days of waiting.

Cade’s hands fisted in the sheets. His hips tried to lift, but Rylan’s hands held him down.

Rylan took his time. He worked Cade with his mouth until Cade was shaking, until the pressure in his gut was tight and almost painful.

Then he pulled off and reached for the bottle on the nightstand.

Cade watched through half-lidded eyes as Rylan slicked his fingers. The first press inside his ass made Cade’s breath catch hard.

Rylan worked him open slowly, carefully, adding a second finger, then a third, curling them until Cade was pushing back against the stretch and making soft, needy sounds he couldn’t stop.

When Rylan finally settled between his legs and pushed in, Cade’s mouth opened on a silent gasp.

The fullness was intense. Rylan went slow, giving him time to adjust, watching his face the whole time.

Once he was fully inside, he stayed still for a long moment. Cade could feel every pulse between them.

His own cock was trapped between their bodies, leaking against Rylan’s stomach.

Rylan started to move.

The rhythm was deep and controlled at first. Each thrust dragged against the spot that made Cade’s vision blur.

Cade’s hands gripped Rylan’s shoulders. His legs wrapped higher around Rylan’s waist. The sounds of skin and breath filled the room.

Rylan’s pace built gradually. He never looked away from Cade’s face.

When Cade started to come apart - breath hitching, body tightening, soft broken noises spilling out - Rylan reached between them and stroked him in time with his thrusts.

Cade came hard, spilling over Rylan’s hand and both their stomachs. The climax pulled a raw sound from his throat.

His body clenched around Rylan, and that was enough. Rylan followed a few thrusts later, burying himself deep and coming with a low, rough groan against Cade’s neck.

They stayed like that for a while. Breathing. Heart rates slowly coming down.

Eventually Rylan pulled out and rolled to the side. Cade’s body felt heavy and used in the best way. Sweat cooled on his skin.

Rylan turned his head on the pillow and looked at him.

"You’re mine now," he said. His voice was quiet but absolute.

"And I don’t share what’s mine with anyone. If you take this role, you belong to me off-camera. No one else touches you. No one else gets what I just had. Understand?"

Cade met his eyes. His pulse was still elevated. The words settled into him with a strange mix of heat and certainty.

"I understand," he said. "I won’t share myself with anyone else. Only you."

Rylan studied his face for several seconds. Then he nodded once.

"Good. Because the lead is yours. You and Jasper Quill. The two of you will be the couple leads for the new bl series. Chemistry tests start Monday. Contracts will be ready by the end of the week."

Cade’s chest tightened for a different reason now. Relief. Triumph. And underneath it, the heavy awareness of the deal he had just sealed with his body.

"Thank you," he said.

Rylan’s hand came to rest on Cade’s bare hip, possessive and warm. "Don’t thank me yet. You still have to prove you can carry the role. And you still have to keep your word about belonging only to me."

Cade turned into the touch. "I will."