Aiden kissed Thomas’s stomach. “I can’t imagine how I could be happier.” He smirked. “Well, I could imagine one way…”
Thomas snorted. “Uh-uh, Casanova. We have too much to do today. We have to deal with that serial predator, meet Lola and Calliope at her doctor’s appointment, then we have to swing by school to pick up the girls from Lucas and still be ready for the party tonight by eight. No sex until afterwards.”
Aiden huffed, expression adorably pouty. “That’s not fair. It’s your birthday party. Shouldn’t I be able to bed you whenever I want?”
Thomas chuckled. “No, that’s onyourbirthday. And only because you never let me throw you a party.”
“Yeah, because it gets in the way of me getting you naked,” Aiden insisted, sliding his hand up under Thomas’s shirt to tease his fingers over his nipples.
“You get me naked almost every day,” Thomas reminded, batting his hand away.
“Yeah,almost,” Aiden lamented. “How am I supposed to live under these oppressive conditions? As your husband, shouldn’t I be able to get you naked every day if I choose?”
Thomas laughed. “If I was a woman, I’d call you a misogynist, but I’m not, so I’ll just say you’re acting awfully entitled.”
Aiden buried his face in Thomas’s stomach. “I just want to be inside you on your birthday. Or let you be inside me. I’m not picky. I just want orgasms.”
Thomas tugged Aiden’s hair until he looked up at him. “After the party, you can do anything you want to me.”
“Anything?” Aiden asked, narrowing his eyes like it might be a trick.
“Mm, anything. Anywhere—provided we’re alone,” he added, giving him a pointed look.
Aiden flushed. “How was I supposed to know the housekeeper was cleaning the bathroom?”
“The poor woman was traumatized,” Thomas muttered, recalling the look on her face when she’d walked in to find them naked and very much in the middle of sex.
“I think she was turned on,” Aiden said.
“Her scream would suggest otherwise,” Thomas countered, shaking his head. “Now, come on. Let’s get up and go get breakfast somewhere.”
Aiden made a face. “Do you really want to be hounded by reporters today? Every time we go out in public, there’s another cheesy headline about the billionaire who married his own son. It’s obnoxious.”
“It gives them something to focus on other than our murdering people. So, I’m all for it.”
Aiden huffed out a sigh, letting Thomas know he’d won. “Fine. But I’m holding you to your promise for tonight.”
Thomas gave him a dirty smirk. “I certainly hope so.”
* * *
They were more than a tiny bit tipsy when they fell through the door of the war room, barely managing to close it behind them before they were kissing again, tugging at each other’s clothes as Thomas backed Aiden up against the table. “You sure this is where you want it?” he asked against Aiden’s lips.
“Yeah, right here, on this conference table. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about you fucking me on this table.”
“You can tell me if you want,” Thomas coaxed, his hands loosening Aiden’s tie and yanking it off before tossing it behind him. Aiden didn’t even bother unbuttoning Thomas’s shirt—just yanked it open, buttons flying across the room. They’d definitely be noticed later. Most likely by one of the boys. Loudly. In the middle of a meeting. But that was future Thomas’s problem.
Thomas did his best to undress Aiden while kissing him but gave up once his shirt was open. He couldn’t help it. Aiden had been toying with him all day, starting with a handjob he didn’t finish in the shower and a blowjob in the car on the way to the venue. He’d been edging Thomas all fucking night, and now, it was time for his payoff.
“Lube?” Thomas asked.
“Check behind the whiskey bottle,” Aiden said. “I may or may not have stashed some there earlier in anticipation of this event.”
Thomas shook his head, retrieving the bottle then returning to push Aiden back on the table, climbing onto it and hovering over him. He looked so goddamn hot like this, like something out of one of Thomas’s wet dreams.
He attacked Aiden’s lips once more, fucking his tongue into his mouth as he forced his legs apart to settle between them. “This what you wanted?”
“Mm,” Aiden said, fingers catching in Thomas’s hair as he dipped his head to lick over one flat nipple, biting in a way that made Aiden growl, “It’s a start.”
