“I’m straight.”
“Sure you are. Anyway, Heather should have some contracts for you.”
“I said I wasn’t going to hire this firm,” Sean snapped. His movements were sharp, agitated as he paced the hall. Enzo reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him.
“They’re a good team, the best. You’ll hire us. Well, you will if you can stop obsessing over India’s alleged hacktivism.” Enzo grinned wickedly and yanked Sean into an office about halfway down the hall, slamming the door behind him.
“Hacktivism?”
“Yeah, you know, the bit where she made you lots of terrible coffee?” Enzo said, and Sean frowned, looking thoughtful. “She allegedly had a social justice agenda.”
“What are you doing? Planning to assault me again?” Sean growled. Enzo locked the door and stalked across to him, cornering him on the desk. He ran a hand down Sean’s back, settling on the round muscle of his ass. Sean had a fucking nice ass, and Enzo wondered if India would let Sean be Enzo’s sub, his toy, while Enzo was hers. Nope, that was a stupid train of thought. No one here wanted to be dead at Spencer Moss’s hands.
But that didn’t mean Enzo couldn’t play with Sean. He yanked Sean’s pelvis against his own before moving his whole body in close, his lips barely touching Sean’s. Sean let out a shaky breath, and Enzo’s cock pulsed and hardened. There was something raw and primitive between them that was difficult for Enzo to deny, but he would stop in an instant if the man wanted him to.
“Do you want me to assault you again?” Enzo asked. He settled his teeth against the part of Sean’s neck that had made Sean’s cock jump hard against his own that last time. He nipped gently, and soothed the pain of the bite with his tongue.
“I’m straight,” Sean bit out. His hands were still firmly planted on the desk, gripping it hard as Enzo traced over the firm muscles of the other man’s back and shoulders. Sean Blackstone felt fucking good to the touch.
“Doesn’t mean we can’t get each other off, release some stress.” Enzo reached for Sean’s belt and started yanking at his pants as the other man’s hips pushed forward, his body begging for more. Sean wanted him, too. The electric tension between them was two-sided, and Enzo knew it. But he paused, his hand hovering over Sean’s zipper, his mouth hovering over Sean’s throat while he waited for an answer.
Sean leaned his forehead on Enzo’s shoulder for a moment before taking a deep breath and pulling away. “I’m sure that’s exactly what it means.”
Enzo backed off with a shrug. “Doesn’t hurt to try.”
Sean smirked. “Why don’t you try with India?”
Enzo threw his head back and laughed. “She threatened to wipe my bank account. It’s too bad you fired her, really. I was building up to all kinds of plans. You and me, buried together inside that wild, beautiful woman.”
Sean’s eyes were glazed with lust as he stepped forward, touching Enzo’s ass this time, pulling him back closer. Enzo liked that firm grip, the way he dug his fingers in a little, massaging at Enzo’s thick muscles.
“Fine,” Sean said.
“Fine, what?”
“Play with my fucking dick.”
Enzo reached out and idly traced the ridge of Sean’s cock through his pants. It was thick and firm and enticing. His touch made Sean groan.
“You know, if we get each other off, we won’t have to go down to the elevator with erections.”
Sean gave him a baleful look, but surprised Enzo by reaching around the back of his neck and pulling him much closer. Enzo took a deep breath as their lips brushed, so fucking turned on by all of it, and Sean began exploring Enzo’s body, gliding his hands over the muscles of his pecs and stomach, and downwards to cup him through the soft fabric of his dress pants.
“Fuck,” Sean said as he traced his hands over Enzo, examining his shape and size. “You’re huge. There is no way I’m letting you inside me.”
Enzo grinned wickedly against Sean’s mouth, still never quite kissing him, as he wasn’t sure this was that kind of encounter. His hands traced back down over Sean’s stomach and they were both pulling each other’s pants open, yanking at belts, shoving boxers out of the way, and finally, he had Sean’s cock in hand, and Sean had his. Sean’s hands were smooth, manicured, and felt fucking good wrapped tightly around Enzo, pulling desperately at him. Enzo spat in his hand to add a little moisture, but really, Sean was leaking enough pre-cum that he didn’t need it.
It was quick, breathless, and dirty as they jacked each other off, but he liked Sean’s hand, the way the man touched him, and he leaned forward and rested his forehead against Sean’s, breathing hard as he closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensations of the moment. Sean’s scent was something with sandalwood, distinctive and expensive. His breath came faster and faster, and hitched as Enzo felt Sean’s cock swell in his hand. Sean came with a muttered curse. The warm, slick sensation of Sean’s cum covering his hand set Enzo off as well.
“So hot. But I think you guys should have taken your shirts off before doing that.” India’s voice came from the door to Enzo’s office, and Enzo lifted his head away from Sean’s forehead. In a daze, looked over at her. He raised an eyebrow.
“Want to help us clean up?” Enzo asked. Sean cursed again and turned away, and Enzo laughed, putting everything back in order, clothes-wise. He grabbed his messy shirt and pulled it off, wiped his hand on it and tossed it at Sean.
“Nah, looks like you’re good. You’ll use any excuse to take off your shirt, though,” India said, her voice a little higher pitched than usual. “Any-who, Moss has one of his feelings, so he wanted me to instruct you to keep Sean under 24/7 protection, regardless of whether he hires us. We’ll back off once someone is hired. Also, let’s not drive Sean’s car anymore.”
“Do I get a choice in this?” Sean asked, and they both turned to gawk at him. He had removed his suit coat and messy shirt as well, and Sean was cut as fuck. India was staring blankly at Sean’s torso, as if she hadn’t expected Sean to be that goddamn beautiful. Enzo reached out and ran a hand down over Sean’s abs, cupping his cock and balls again.
“Mine,” he growled. Sean rolled his eyes, but didn’t stop Enzo from stroking his ass.
