Page 93 of The Revenge Agenda
“Which is …” I know what it is. He knows I know what it is. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear him say it though.
“I think … because all my work is done, that I should be allowed to play with your cock.”
I moan and press the heel of my palm between my legs. “Not very professional communication.”
“When the fuck have I ever cared about sounding professional?”
He’s got me there.
I glance around the bullpen, but we’re the last two people left. The lights above us are on, but all the others stretching out to the windows on one side and the elevator banks on the other are dark.
I stand abruptly. “I need to see you in my office.” Then I turn on my heel and cross the room. Another two lights come alive as I pass beneath them, and I can feel Rush hot on my heels. Anticipation is pumping through my veins, risk following it at being caught doing this at the office, but even with that warning, my dick is hardening, thickening into a steely length at the things I want to do to him.
I push down on the metal handle into my room, and as soon as the door’s open, Rush presses against my back, and we both tumble inside. It’s darkish, invaded by the LEDs shining through my glass wall, but when Rush attacks my neck with kisses, tongue sliding over skin, my brain fizzles down into nothing but a puddle of want.
“What do you need?”
“To be fucked.”
“Remember my rules?”
Rush shudders against my back, hand flexing tighter where it’s wrapped around my bicep. “The only name I remember is Hunter.”
The two syllables sound perfect on his tongue. I reach behind me and loop my arm around his waist, pulling him until he’s trapped between me and the desk. The scent of apricots fills my nose, wraps me up in Rush and his warmth against me. My nose finds his nose, and I take a moment to hold him, to want, before I take every last delicious moment as mine.
I tug off his tie. “Love that you’re already getting undressed for me.”
“If I’d known it’d turn you on, I would have taken off my pants already too.” Rush reaches for his belt, and I slap his hand away.
“Don’t ruin all my fun.”
“The fun hasn’t even started yet.”
I laugh, throaty and light. “I’m starting to work out that every moment with you is fun. Other than work, obviously. But we’re ignoring that for right now.” The leather of his belt slips easily through the buckle, exposing his top button and giving me access to his rigid cock under the cotton of his pants. I grip him, squeezing gently, loving how he fills my hand and then some. “Where do you want me? In your mouth …” I run my fingertips gently over his full bottom lip.
Rush snorts, then spins in my arms. He pushes down his pants, leans over, forearms planted on my desk, and then the smart-ass shakes his delicious butt at me. “Here. Right here, thank you.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m horny, and you’re taking too long.” He sends a cute pout back over his shoulder, but his eyes have darkened, and when they sweep over me, I feel his need slither down my spine.
“Be good or you get nothing.”
He scoffs. “I’ve already been good. I’m tired of being good. Don’t you know my attention span is limited? Why are you trying to torture me like this?”
“Someone’s being dramatic.”
He drops his face to the desk with a grunt. “My hole is right there. Right there. Just put your dick in it. I’ll treat him real good.”
While I love his begging, my cock is also getting impatient. His ass is right there, and it’s one of the most glorious things I’ve ever seen. I step forward until I can run my hands over it, loving the feel of strong muscle under my palms and the way he presses back into my touch.
The way I want him is all-consuming, the thought of finally fucking him going to my head and making it hard to think.
But one point hits me. “Condom? Do you have one? I don’t.”
The grin turns smug as he reaches down into his pants pocket and fishes something out. “Swiped it from my wallet before coming in here.” He holds up a condom.
“Thought you were getting lucky, huh?”
