Free Exposed by Sierra Riley Page B

“Tonight’s show was the best of them all, I think. All of you got a lot of attention.”
    “Mmm,” Gabriel agreed.
    Briar spared him having to answer, letting him keep eating by talking instead. “I was talking to a few old friends and they want to see more of you all—you specifically.”
    Gabriel didn’t look surprised, but his chest did push out with pride. “Awesome.”
    “Mm,” Briar nodded. “And I have a few leads on jobs back in the city. You won’t have trouble finding work. The runway is yours.”
    Gabriel nodded once. “It’s a lot easier than I thought.”
    “I told you you had the natural talent for it,” Briar smiled. Gabe’s salad was half-gone already, and he was picking out all the steak strips to eat first.
    Gabriel shot him another glance and nodded his agreement. A little egotistic already, then. Oh, well. He’d had a week having his ego stroked by everyone around him, so it was to be expected. At least Gabe knew how good he was.
    Then, Gabriel choked with laughter for a moment, covering his mouth before taking a deep drink of the sparkling water.
    He shoved it away from himself and coughed harder, then grabbed the still water glass.
    “A little Perrier not to your taste?” Briar teased.
    Gabriel coughed. “I’ve never had…” he cleared his throat and coughed again. Holy shit, seriously? Briar’s shock must have shown on his face, because Gabriel rolled his eyes. “I never knew people really drank it before I started… schmoozing with this lot.”
    Was sparkling water a rich-person thing? Briar assumed so. Interesting. Gabe probably didn’t come from money, then. “You prefer your sparkles in your alcohol?”
    “And all over my body, if need be. Anywhere but my water.”
    “What was so funny?” Briar added once Gabriel finished his salad and set the tray aside.
    Gabriel actually blushed, his eyes flickering across the room before he looked back at Briar. “It’s March fourteenth.”
    Briar slowly narrowed his eyes in thought as he stood up to approach and grab the sparkling water glass. He drank deeply, then set the glass down, leaning on the table next to Gabriel. “Pi Day?”
    “Steak and blowjob day…”
    Briar hitched his eyebrow up, then smirked. Oh, he wanted to blow Gabriel’s mind, and he was never going to get a better segue than this.
    He braced his hand on Gabriel’s armrest, then sank to his knees.
    Gabriel’s jaw dropped, his mouth wide open for a second before he tried to collect himself and look cooler. “I didn’t— okay.”
    Gabriel definitely hadn’t meant for Briar to suck him off, but this option amused Briar more. Apparently, Gabe realized he was about to talk Briar out of it and shut up before he could.
    Briar smirked. “I’ll take care of your demands directly.” He pressed his lips against the hole in Gabriel’s jeans just above his knee. The smooth skin was warm, the denim brushing his chin and edge of his lips.
    Gabriel twitched, curling his hands around both armrests and leaning back in his chair. He took a deep breath.
    Briar connected the dots, zigzagging up his model’s thigh—then switching to the other to repeat the process. When his lips found the rip next to the pocket, he darted his tongue out and dragged it along the exposed skin from one side of the rip to the other.
    “Oh, fuck ,” Gabriel hissed. His hips were pressing up from the chair as he desperately arched, trying to get more attention to his cock and less to the sensitive, teased skin.
    Briar pulled Gabriel’s t-shirt up, his movements faster and more direct now as he yanked it up and over Gabe’s head until he raised his arms to let Briar get it free.
    Then Gabriel grabbed it and tossed it aside before pressing his fingers into the arms of the chair again, hard.
    Briar teased one hand free and placed it on his own shoulder, encouraging Gabriel to touch. He slowly drew down the zipper, thankful for the designer’s choice of zipper. It wasn’t the rough,