“Nice to see you too. Didn’t you read my text? I had a meeting with a client near Astor Place, so I took a chance you’d still be here.” He slipped off his trench coat and put his arms around my waist. “I figured we could have dinner somewhere and then…”
“I like the way you think.” I cupped that perfect ass. The pull toward him consumed my senses, and I inhaled deeply of his warm scent. “And the way you smell and taste. Maybe I can have you for dinner.”
“Mmm, yeah? Taste me, now.” His tongue met mine and he popped open the button of my jeans. “I like everything about you. A lot.”
“You do, huh?”
Bailey’s eyes glittered with lust, and he nodded, the pace of his breath kicking up. I pulled him into the office by the tie and bit his bottom lip.
“Come show me how much.” No way could I wait until later to be inside him. My body ached to possess his, and I tugged at his slacks and briefs. They fell to his ankles and my business brain shut off. Sex in the shop? Never before Bailey, but he pushed my limits to places I’d never been.
“I wish I could fuck you against this desk and hear you scream for me.” As I spoke, I touched the globes of his ass. He moaned and tilted it upward.
“Do it. Fuck me hard. I want you so bad. Need you.”
“Can’t. No lube or condoms.” I sucked two fingers and slid them past the tight rim of his hole, playing with him. Never quiet during sex, Bailey’s groans and whimpers echoed off the walls of the small space. My blood grew hot as pleasure spiraled through me. I was a starving man, needing to feast on Bailey. I unzipped and yanked my jeans and briefs down far enough to free my cock. I fisted it for a moment to gain control, then slid it in the crease of his ass. It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do until we were home. Bailey panted and trembled. Fuck, he was made for me. Only me.
Mine.
Bailey was mine, and I was never going to let him go.
“Yeah. Like that. Oh God, Keston.”
“You love it, don’t you? Love my cock.” Blind to everything but this hunger to own Bailey, I squeezed his ass. Passion claimed me, and I leaned forward and bit his neck. “Thought about you all day. Did you miss me? Tell me how much.” I needed to hear him say it.
“Yes. Oh God, please, I need you. Need you so bad,” he wailed, shivering violently as he hit his climax.
I loved hearing him say he needed me. I gathered him close and moved faster. “You’re everything, Bailey.” I came so hard, my heart thundered and everything went black for a second. Sweat dripped from my brow, blinding me. I tasted blood on my lips, yet I couldn’t stop kissing him, over and over.
“Baby,” I whispered, and he held me tight.
He pulled up his slacks, and after wiping us off, I tucked myself in.
“Well, that’s one way to brighten up a random Tuesday,” Bailey joked, taking some more tissues to dry his hands.
“I have something better than those.” I gave him some disinfectant wipes, and we both cleaned up. My senses still teetered on the edge, and I reached out to him. “Come here.” He leaned on me, and I rested my cheek against his. “So you need me?”
His lips curved against mine. “Maybe.”
I kissed him. “Only a maybe? I’d better up my game.”
His shoulders shook as he laughed. “Oh, trust me, if your game was any moreup, I wouldn’t be able to walk.”
I tightened my arms, gazing at the taut shadows of his cheekbones. “Challenge accepted. Now tell me what was so important that you came here to talk to me instead of waiting until later?”
He rubbed his face. “Give me a second to recalibrate. You short-circuited my brain.” Bailey walked around the office a bit before pulling out his phone. “Whew. Okay. Grady sent me the files on Ambrose’s brother.”
I winced. “Sorry. I didn’t mean for you to waste your time—”
“No. I’m not. I mean, I didn’t. There is an issue, I think.”
Confused, I put my hands on his shoulders. “Wait a sec. You’re telling me you actually found something?”
“There’s a possibility the officers violated the Fourth Amendment.”
“What’s that?”
“In layman’s terms, if the police don’t have probable cause, they can’t arrest you.”
