He gave Bryce an excited little peck on the cheek, not even thinking about it. “Thank you. I love it. It’s much better than what we’ve got now.”
Bryce cleared his throat, then smiled at Oliver. “I’m glad. I’ll have everything finalized when you come back to get the other quotes.”
Troy laughed. “He’s been bugging me about this for six months. I’m just glad we’re getting it done. I’m tired of talking about it.” Troy gave Oliver an indulgent smile. “He’s always right about this stuff. I don’t even know why I ever put it off.”
Oliver tried not to smile. “I’m going to remember this conversation the next time you question me.” Bryce grinned as Troy gave him a stern look.
“Someone’s itching for a spanking.” Troy growled out the words, sending a shiver down Oliver’s spine.
He sighed and relaxed against a now-stiff Bryce. Deciding to push his luck a little, Oliver turned and whispered in Bryce’s ear. “He looks all stern and growly, but he knows how much I love being pulled down over his lap. Do you like spanking cheeky subs, Sir?”
Bryce groaned and tried to fight whatever was going through his head, but he finally gave in. Letting the hand that had been on the mouse come down to rest on Oliver’s legs, he caressed them with long, slow strokes. “I do. I think a sub looks wonderful with a pretty pink bottom.”
“So does Troy. He loves making my bottom red. He says it helps me to remember to behave, but I think it’s just because he likes it so much. I’m a good boy. I don’t need the reminder. You know I’m a good boy, don’t you, Sir?” Oliver turned back to Bryce, letting his voice drop low, and almost whispered the words into the Dom’s ear.
He could feel Bryce’s cock jerk, and the Dom laughed. “I think you’re a handful.”
Then to Oliver’s delight, Bryce gave his ass a pat before he continued. “I bet you have to be constantly watched.”
Oliver gave him an adorable expression and pouted, shaking his head. “I’m such a sweet sub.”
Troy cleared his throat to cover up a laugh. “Kitten, you’re adorable and sexy, but you’re a handful.”
Oliver gave Bryce a wide-eyed look and gave the Dom a confused expression that he knew looked sexy. “Sometimes Troy says he needs an extra set of hands just to keep me in line.”
“And you have no idea what he means, do you?” Bryce grinned and shook his head.
“No.” Oliver leaned close again and let his lips get close enough to touch Bryce’s ear. “I’m such a good boy. I’m obedient and I always try to do my best. When Troy tells me to bend over for my spanking, I do it right away. When he tells me to kneel down so he can use my mouth, I take his cock in and relax my throat so he can sink in deep where it gets tight. When he wants me to fuck myself on his cock, I climb right up and ride him until he lets me come. See, I’m a good boy.” Oliver clenched his legs together and shifted just enough to make Bryce moan. He could almost see the restraint slipping away from the tightly controlled Dom.
Oliver knew the passion would explode out of him when he was ready to let it all go.
“It sounds like you’re averygood boy.” Bryce growled out the words, staring at Oliver like he wanted to devour him. Bryce’s eyes flitted over to look at Troy for a second, and whatever he saw pleased him because he relaxed even more and his hand moved back to caress the top of Oliver’s ass. “Good boys get rewarded.”
And he had him.
Oliver let the need he was feeling flow right out through his voice, making it husky and breathy. “Do you know I want for my reward, Sir?”
Bryce tightened his hold on Oliver and seemed to stop moving. “What?”
“For you to come out to dinner with us.”
Bingo.
Chapter 4
Bryce
And he was very neatly trapped.
Sweet, sexy, and devious.
He should have guessed it was coming. Seeing them at his office had thrown his brain for a loop, though. When the temp, Maddie, maybe, or Mandy, he couldn’t remember, came in to tell him about the surprise clients who said they had an appointment, they were the last people he’d expected to see. Lack of blood in critical thinking organs may have played a part in it as well.
Bryce had known that they couldn’t be put off forever, but he never suspected they’d show up at the office. He should have. Bryce thought that Troy wasn’t the type to push, but one look at Oliver and he knew there was no way the sub would back down. Under all that innocence was pure fire. Bryce could see why Troy called him kitten.
It was dinner. Just dinner.
It wasn’t like they were asking for a collaring ceremony.
