“Where were you thinking?”
“I hadn’t got that far,” I said. “I was mostly thinking about a sex room.”
Ronan laughed and the sound echoed through the whole car, a rich and vibrant noise that made my heart swell. I loved when Ronan laughed. It wasn’t often. He was such a serious and collected man, but when it happened…God, I treasured it. I wish I had been home to see his face.
“We have a sex room,” he said.
“A secret one.”
“Like Rich’s basement?” He laughed again.
“Everyone knows about that,” I reminded him. “Hardly a secret.”
“Sam didn’t know.”
I chortled. “Sweet summer child.”
“Are you going into the office?” he asked. “I’m still in bed and I could use some company.”
“I was headed that way.”
“Can you work from home today?”
I dragged my tongue across the front of my teeth. “I could. If you told me to.”
“Come home, Kevin,” Ronan ordered.
“Yes, Ronan.”
I flipped on my blinker and made a U-turn at the light, heading toward the condo instead of the office. I was home in a flash, my cock hard in anticipation of whatever Ronan wanted me for.
The elevator ride took an eternity, and I was shaking by the time I made it to the condo. I fumbled my keys, but finally made it inside. Ronan was in the kitchen, sleep pants hanging low around his waist and a mug of coffee in his hands. He raised an eyebrow at me as he took a long and slow sip while I toed off my dress shoes in the entryway.
“I’m home,” I said, holding my hands out to my sides.
“Get to work then.” Ronan tilted his head toward my drafting table.
I pursed my lips and headed to the table, holding him in my line of sight until I had to look away or trip over the table. I sat down and flicked on the lamp. Ronan lingered in the kitchen, drinking his coffee. The hard-on I’d been sporting half the drive home deflated from the lack of attention, and I wondered if Ronan had just wanted me home to know I was close.
“Are you okay?” I asked him.
“Do your work, Kevin,” he answered.
I sighed and smoothed my hands over the blueprints for the Marshall building, another project I’d been working on for the past few months. It was near completion, thankfully, and my calendar was set to open up as a result.
Behind me, Ronan set his mug down on the counter and I listened to his footsteps as he walked away from me. I took the reprieve to throw a quick glance toward the hallway, only to find the whole room behind me empty. I turned my attention to my blueprints, finally settling into the quiet monotony of work. That was, of course, when Ronan reappeared. He came up behind me, startling me when he settled his hands on my shoulders.
“You scared me.” I pressed my hand against my chest.
He didn’t say anything, instead just started to rub my shoulders. It was hard to focus on work with his fingers kneading into my tense muscles and, much like I had done earlier, I gave up waiting and settled into his touch.
That was, of course, when he stopped.
There was no way I was going to get any work done if this was how Ronan was going to treat me all day. I wanted to say I minded, but I didn’t. The work would keep; my focus would not. I set down my pencil as Ronan circled around me, crawling beneath my desk.
“Go to work, Kevin,” he said again, reaching up for my fly. He unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, and forced his mouth around me.
I slapped my hand down on the drafting table with a groan, buckling forward as he swallowed me into his throat. I tried to work, I did, but Ronan’s mouth was too hot, his tongue too talented. It was minutes before he’d sucked an orgasm out of me, but when I’d emptied, he didn’t stop. He held my cock in his mouth until I went soft, then, and only then, did he move.
