“Don’t you dare get me all worked up right before we’re supposed to leave,” Seven warned.
Enzo’s hands dropped to squeeze his ass. “What if I can’t help myself?” he asked, his mouth only a breath away from Seven’s.
Seven didn’t have time to answer before Enzo captured his lips. He sighed into it, lips parting without thought, and Enzo’s tongue dipped inside, teasing against his own. He couldn’t stop the whine that escaped, or his fingers from tightening in the older man’s hair.
Seven had no idea how long they stood there, kissing lazily. Whenever Enzo broke the kiss, Seven chased his lips, not ready to leave their bubble.
Finally, Enzo dragged himself away, both of them half-hard and breathing a little heavier. “Let’s get dressed before I drag you to bed. Lourdes is demanding to see me before work.”
“Fine,” Seven said, dejected.
Enzo’s head swooped down, and he nipped Seven’s lower lip hard enough to make him yelp. “Don’t make that face at me. You won’t like what happens next.”
Seven gazed up at him, hoping his look told him just how much he wanted that. “If I promise to behave, can I still be punished?” he asked.
Enzo’s demeanor changed immediately, one brow raising as his hand closed around Seven’s throat gently, his thumb teasing over his pulse. “Don’t let your mouth write a check that cute little ass can’t cash. I’ve been dying to put you over my knee.”
Awareness thrummed through Seven. He was desperate to see what happened if he pushed Enzo too far. He wanted to be punished, wanted to see him snap.
He shrugged, giving him his best innocent look. “I only do it because I love how you react…Daddy.”
Enzo squeezed just enough to make Seven feel a little light-headed. “You’re awfully smug. Let’s see what you sound like later when your ass is bright red and you’re choking on your own tears.”
“I’d rather choke on your cock,” Seven countered, breathless.
“Oh, don’t worry, brat. I have no doubt you’ll be doing both.” Enzo released him, giving him a gentle shove back. “Now, get dressed.”
Seven smiled at Enzo’s broad back, pulling his clothes on as he watched Enzo do the same. His teeth pressed indentationsinto his bottom lip, right where Enzo had bitten him, as he watched him get dressed.
His light-washed denim jeans fit him like a glove, hugging his perfect ass and thick thighs, and the white t-shirt was the same. He pulled on brown boots that looked beat up but that Seven suspected probably cost the same amount as his rent. When he pulled on a cream-colored cardigan with a pale diamond design on it, Seven had to subtly adjust himself in his baggy jeans.
Seven tracked Enzo as he moved around the room, grabbing his phone and wallet, then grabbing a pair of tortoise-shell frames and sliding them on. Seven’s breath literally punched from him. No man should look that fine in a grandpa sweater and nerd glasses. When Enzo glanced up to find Seven looking at him, he crossed the room and pushed him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him.
“You look at me like that at work and you’re gonna be on your knees under my desk,” he said, giving him several pecks on the lips before getting to his feet once more, pulling Seven up after him.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Seven countered, crying out in surprise when Enzo slapped his ass hard.
He couldn’t stop himself from rubbing the spot and giving him a wounded look, even though his cock was throbbing. If it hurt this bad through two layers of fabric, what would it feel like later tonight when he was slapping bare skin? Seven couldn’t keep thinking about it or he’d be dragging Enzo into the supply closet before they even made it into work.
Enzo slipped his arm around Seven’s shoulders as they walked to the elevator. “I can hear those wheels turning, brat. Your thoughts are so loud.”
“It’s your fault,” Seven pouted. “Take responsibility.”
Once on the elevator, Enzo crowded him up against the wall, shoving his knee between his thighs, his voice running alongSeven’s nerves like silk sheets. “Right here? You want me to take care of you right here? Want our neighbors to see how you fall apart for me? Hm?” He licked the seam of his lips. “Want them all to see what a good boy you are?”
“Stop teasing,” Seven whined, his pulse skyrocketing when the car came to a stop and the ding of the elevator doors signaled someone was going to step on.
Enzo turned, shielding Seven, giving a couple and their baby a friendly wave. Seven was completely blocked by Enzo’s large frame. He hooked his fingers into Enzo’s jean pockets, smiling against his shoulder when the older man leaned heavily against him, making him huff out a breath.
By the time they made it to the underground garage, the couple was shooting strange looks in their direction. “Your neighbors are gonna think we’re perverts,” Seven murmured when Enzo took his hand, leading him to the car.
Enzo smirked at him. “We are.”
The office parking garage was all but empty when they arrived. Seven frowned at the clock on the console, shocked to see it was barely seven in the morning. What time had they gotten up?
“Do you get here this early every morning?” Seven asked.
Enzo didn’t answer right away, hopping out and jogging around the car to open Seven’s door before he said, “I’m late. I’m here by six most days. You just don’t know that because you wander in at nine in the morning.”
