Joe moved closer still, possessiveness replacing any other emotion as he finally came within arm’s reach of Scott. “But I’ll bet you spent a lot of time thinking about it, didn’t you?” He tried to lower his voice to match Scott’s tone, but it didn’t turn into a whisper—it became far more like a growl.
* * * * *
Scott looked over his shoulder. Joe was suddenly a hell of a lot closer than he’d expected him to be. No man should be able to move that silently in heavy boots.
Scott parted his lips to answer Joe, but his vocal cords seemed to have completely seized up. Or perhaps they were just suffering from an acute lack of blood flow. As soon as he’d set eyes on Joe, Scott’s cock had become the only part of his body that his blood was interested in visiting.
All Scott could do was nod, and even that was a jerky little gesture. A string-less puppet could have probably done a better job pretending its brain was still above its waist.
Scott turned to face Joe properly, frantically trying to swallow his nerves and regain some control over himself. Joe took another step forward. Scott had to tilt his head back to look up at him.
Well aware that he was already several miles out of his depth, Scott took a blind step backwards, straight into the bin full of flowery cushions set to the left of the window.
He gasped and tried to turn around, but suddenly Joe was right in front of him. Scott no longer had enough room to turn around and check that the cushions weren’t about to attack. Hell, he barely even had room to breathe.
Scott was trapped—helpless, hard, and happier than he had ever been in his life.
“What did you imagine?” Joe asked. He dipped his head as he spoke. The rough words sent a shiver down Scott’s spine.
“I…” Scott licked his lips. A moment before Joe’s arrival, the room had been a perfectly acceptable temperature. Now, it was more like a sauna. Scott tugged the neck of his polo shirt, wondering if Toby, the security guard, was buggering about with the heating.
Scott dropped his gaze, but that meant looking at the way Joe’s body was pressed against him, at the way Joe had his hands on the storage bin’s rim either side of him, keeping him exactly where Joe wanted.
Another shot of adrenaline rushed through Scott’s veins. His heart pounded faster than ever.
Joe tucked a knuckle under Scott’s chin, giving him no choice but to tilt back his head and lift his eyes.
“Did you imagine staying behind for a late delivery, Scott? Did you picture yourself waiting for one of those big, strong delivery men to turn up and catch you all on your own in the store?”
Scott blinked, and in that momentary darkness behind his lids, he saw it so clearly. Joe was wearing his usual jeans and t-shirt. It didn’t take a huge leap of the imagination to put a clipboard with a delivery form in his hand. “I…”
Joe’s lips twisted into a smile as he released Scott’s chin. He ran his hands down the outside of Scott’s arms, until each hand encircled one of Scott’s wrists.
Every inch of skin that Joe touched tingled. Scott had never thought of his arms as erogenous zones before, but now he knew he’d never think of them as anything else.
“What did you imagine your delivery guy doing to you?” Joe asked.
Scott took a deep breath, the scent of their combined arousal flooded his senses, making it even more impossible for him to think clearly.
“What shallIdo with you, now that I’ve got you here, all on your own?” Joe rephrased.
That question was so much easier for Scott to answer. The appropriate response appeared inside his mind without him having to redirect a single drop of blood to his brain. “Anything you w-w-want,” he whispered, still staring at the grip Joe had on his wrists.
It was one of those facts Scott didn’t have to question. Tomorrow the sun would rise, gravity would still exist, and Joe should always do whatever he wanted with him.
“What do you think I would have wanted to do with you if I’d been the delivery man who found you here all alone?” Joe pushed, brushing his lips against Scott’s ear as he spoke.
Another shudder ran down Scott’s spine. His erection throbbed behind the thin uniform trousers that he’d dug out from the back of his wardrobe earlier that day.
The fabric was so restrictive, it was tempting to believe his cock had grown a couple of inches over the last few years. Scott looked up at Joe. It was even easier to believe that nothing had ever succeeded in making him as hard as Joe could with just a few whispered words.
“I’m still waiting for an answer,” Joe reminded him. He caught the lobe of Scott’s ear between his teeth and nipped sharply at the delicate flesh.
Scott gasped, but he didn’t try to pull away from the little spike of pain.
“I d-don’t know,” he blurted out.
Joe lifted his head and stared down at Scott, his disbelief obvious.
