River leaned back in his chair, taking his glasses off and throwing them on the desk. He squeezed the bridge of his nose and sighed, his lips curling into a half smile. “Food is almost better.”
“Almost?” I turned to close the door behind me, ignoring Madden, who fluttered his fingers at me in a wave, and took the seat opposite River. I glanced around the room, taking in thetidinessof the office. Everything had its place, and it was neat and perfect, exactly like River. There was artwork hanging on one of the walls, and I guessed it was the piece he’d talked about when he told me his safeword.
“Thank you, Sir.”
I returned my attention to him and smiled. “You’re welcome, Lamb. Here, eat.” I pulled out the containers of pasta, garlic bread, and cotoletta.
He eyed the food hungrily and opened the tops of the containers, the smell of freshly cooked food filling the room. He moaned and the sound made my belly warm. I watched him place his glasses back on his nose before digging in, and I wasn’t able to look away. There was something erotic about the way he chewed his food, eyes shut tightly as the flavors burst on his tongue. My cock certainly thought it related to sex because it plumped in my pants.
“Yum?”
“Delicious, Sir.” He stared at me, blue irises thin from his blown pupils behind his gold frames. Some of the sauce landed on his chin, and he wiped at it and licked his hand. “Thank you.”
“You need to stop working so late, Lamb. You’ll make yourself sick.”
He snorted. “It’s part of being a lawyer. We do a lot of hours.”
“I don’t care. It stops now. You put in your work hours and that’s all.” I shook my head. “Or, if it really can’t be avoided, let me know beforehand. I’ll make sure you and the boys have food. Am I clear?”
He nodded, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” I waved at the food. “Finish that off.”
He took the time to eat, appreciating everything that went into his mouth, just as much as I reveled in watching him chew it. The sight of him enjoying his dinner almost rivaled the sight of him coming undone with an orgasm. His eyes slipped closed with every bite, his mouth and jaw working as though it was the most wonderful thing he’d ever put in his mouth. And my cock liked that. Hell, my entire body did. My skin tingled, pleasure making my blood hot.
When he was done he dumped the containers in the trash can and fell back in his chair, patting his belly. “God, that was good.”
“It was,” I agreed, my gaze sliding down his body to rest on his crotch.
He inhaled, and I knew he’d caught where I was looking.
“Are you ready for something else in your mouth, Lamb?” I whispered.
He glanced toward the door. Madden and West were discussing something important, at least important enough for them to raise their voices about it. Then there was laughter, and clearly whatever they had disagreed about was over.
“Sir….”
“No, actually, I want you over your desk with your arms behind your back.” I rose, stretching so my shirt rode up my belly. His eyes tracked my movement, and even though he looked ready to argue, he stood from his chair and did just as I ordered him. He shoved some papers and a notepad aside and then leaned over the desk, arms folded back behind him and hands linked just above his ass.
I made a noise of admiration and spread my legs, giving my cock room. “Actually, unbuckle your belt and shove your pants to your ankles. I want to see your pretty arse.”
“Sir, Madden and West are just outside that door,” he whispered, but he didn’t sound scared. If anything his voice shook with need.
“And? Do what I tell you.”
He let out a harsh breath and reached beneath himself. The sound of his buckle being undone had my cock jumping in my tight underwear, and then his pants and underthings were shoved to his ankles like I’d directed. In no time at all his arms went behind his back again like a good sub.
Slowly, I walked around to his side of the desk. He tried to watch me, but when I made it around near his arse, he couldn’t turn any farther. Running a hand over one of his pale cheeks, I smiled when he gasped.
“How would you feel about me fucking you here, Lamb, while your employees are in listening distance?”
“I—”
“That wasn’t a question,” I said sharply. “I’m going to do just that, and you’re going to keep as quiet as you can. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” His voice shook harder, and he spread his legs as wide as he could. I danced my fingers over his cheeks and between his crack, rubbing my thumb across his hole, only to hear him suck in another breath. “Do you have lube here, Lamb?”
I didn’t miss the way his cheeks flushed, and he glanced away. “In the bottom drawer, Sir. On the left.”
