Elijah’s hips moved in an erratic rhythm, attempting to both chase and retreat from Camden’s ministrations. If Camden needed any indicators he was good at putting his mouth to work, Elijah’s body language told him everything he needed to know.
Elijah’s fingers were curled in Camden’s hair, tugging in an almost painful grip as Camden’s mouth slid down the impressive length and girth, swallowing the tip in the back of his throat.
Elijah’s body tensed beneath Camden’s, his body racked with powerful spasms. He swallowed once more, working the muscles in his throat, demanding Elijah’s surrender to his touch.
Within seconds, Elijah relented and flooded Camden’s mouth with his essence. Camden drank with enthusiastic pulls of his cheeks, determined to drain Elijah of every drop of his cum.
As Elijah’s body went limp underneath him, Camden heard Elijah’s breath audibly catch as Camden used his tongue to swipe at an errant drop hanging perilously from his bottom lip. The man had just spent moments before, but the hunger that rose in the depths of his coal eyes made Camden shiver with need.
“I swear to God, if I were closer to twenty than forty, your ass would be in so much trouble.”
Camden’s lips bent into a knowing smile. Even though Elijah was closer to forty, his lovemaking always left Camden tender and exhausted in the best of ways. “I’d do my best to explore that theory at length, but I need to go home and get work clothes. The doctor signed off on my return. It’s time for me to finish this business with the Path so we can move on with our lives.”
He turned to sit up and get out of the bed, but Elijah’s hand on his back stopped him. “I know you don’t think you’re leaving this apartment until I return the favor.”
“I can finish in the shower. Just catch a nap before you have to check on your mother.”
The word “Nope” coming from Elijah’s mouth was the only warning Camden had before he found himself on his back underneath him.
Camden chuckled as he squirmed beneath Elijah, loving the feeling of his smooth skin warming Camden’s body in all the right places. “I can see there will be lots of late starts to our mornings together.”
Elijah nodded, his long locs cascading over his face and shoulders, teasing the skin on Camden’s chest. “You’d better believe it, Mr. Executive Assistant District Attorney. Something we’re gonna have to work on if I’m punching a clock at the precinct instead of working cases in the field.”
Camden tucked Elijah’s hair behind his ear, then cupped a careful hand to his cheek. “You’re still taking the cybercrimes position? I thought you’d want to go back to the field?”
Still smiling, Elijah shook his head as he spoke. “There was a part of me that wanted to go back to busting heads and being a hero. I’ve done that for fourteen years. It’s second nature to me. But then I thought about how little I’ve seen my family over the years. The inconsistencies in my schedule have caused me to miss a lot of important moments. Now that you’re here with me, I’ve decided I don’t want to miss any more.”
Tightness bloomed in his chest at Elijah’s admission. His entire life had been built around someone else’s needs and desires. But now, he’d stumbled upon someone who would willingly rearrange his life for no other reason than he wanted to make time for Camden. Too emotional to speak, he pulled Elijah to him and held him close. And if he had his way, he’d keep him close for the rest of his life.
CAMDENstepped outside of Elijah’s Brooklyn apartment and smiled. He’d started his day an hour later than he’d intended, but after a pair of delightful orgasms, Camden wasn’t all that concerned with keeping his schedule.
The gentle vibrations coming from the back pocket of his jeans made him stand still.
“Camden Warren, how may I help you?”
“Executive ADA Warren, this is Captain Heart Searlington of the seventy-fourth precinct. I was hoping to speak with you today. Would you drop into my office for a few moments?”
Camden glanced at his watch and shrugged. It wasn’t as if his and Elijah’s early-morning sexy shenanigans hadn’t already blown his schedule to hell. Why not make a detour on his way home?
“Sure, I’m close by. I’ll see you in ten minutes. Does that work?”
“Outstanding. See you soon.”
Camden made the short drive to the precinct and was quickly escorted to Heart Searlington’s office once inside. He was about to open the door, but then he heard mention of Elijah’s name.
“This could end Stephenson’s career, Searlington. If this gets out, the department will not back him.”
Panic rose in Camden’s throat, driving him to swallow forcefully to move the lump blocking his airway. What the hell could’ve threatened Elijah’s career?
“I promise I’ll handle it, Inspector Abrams.”
At the sound of feet moving toward the door, Camden sat in a nearby chair, pulled his phone from his back pocket, and pretended to stare at it when Heart opened the door, letting the man he presumed was the “inspector” she’d mentioned earlier exit her office.
“Oh great, you’re here.”
He nodded in response to Captain Searlington and followed her into her office, then took a seat in front of her.
“Okay, I’m gonna get straight to the point. I told Elijah to be careful of fucking around with you. It’s nothing personal, but he stands to lose more than you if this shit goes bad.”
