Sacha hummed and stayed where he was.
Jonah tried to warn him again but his roaring climax choked him, barrelling through every part of him with a strangled shout. He emptied into Sacha’s hot mouth, still warring with the urge to buck his hips and ram his cock down Sacha’s throat, and winning the battle was exquisite. His climax stretched out, held by the ropes of his tight muscles, and he was seeing stars when it finally faded.
Sacha pulled back, his self-satisfied smirk returning full force.
Mourning the loss of his soft hair, Jonah rolled his heavy eyes. “Don’t be smug. It doesn’t become you.”
“Yes, it does.”
“Okay, maybe it does, but I don’t like it.”
“So?”
“So…” Jonah glanced around for something to throw, but settled for fixing his clothes back in place, standing to buckle his belt with shaky hands.
Sacha helped.
“Thanks.” Jonah gazed down at him, heart still racing, thumping the tattoo that seemed to be his constant companion when they were together.
Sacha blazed back, his lips reddened and wet. The urge to lean down and kiss him sent new dizziness through Jonah. He rocked on his heels. Sacha caught him, standing to bring them eye level again. “If nepotism does not kill you, maybe blow jobs will.”
“Very funny.”
“Am I?”
“No. But you’re hard. Can I return the favour?”
Sacha stared at him for a long moment, then shook his head. “Not tonight. It’s late, we should both go home.”
His length pressing against Jonah’s thigh told another story. Jonah opened his mouth to protest, but Sacha silenced him with a single finger to Jonah’s wanting lips. He tucked a damp lock of Jonah’s hair behind his ear. “Next time, Jonah Gray.”
Next time. “How long are you going to whole-name me for?”
“Until it bores me.”
Jonah nodded and absorbed the words unsaid: that it wasn’t just Jonah’s name on borrowed time, it was Jonah himself too. But still.
Next time.
6
Sacha was a listener. Sometimes he talked, but most days he preferred to scowl at people until they left him alone forever. Monday morning had started as one of those days, but as it passed in a haze of emergency coding and fraught meetings, he found himself longing for the kind of conversation he’d only had in recent memory with one person. The kind that was teasing and intense, shadows and light.
The kind that he didn’t have a single minute to spare for right now.
It was annoyingly ironic that since his last true encounter with Jonah at Jonah’s desk, he now saw him every damn time he looked up. Which was often as the company Sacha was keeping in his own office space was irritating enough that he needed a distraction.
“Are you even listening?” Helga asked. “You’rethe one that said this was important.”
Sacha tore his gaze from the glint of copper hair he could just about glimpse in the neighbouring offices. “It is important. The app cannot launch if the website isn’t strong enough to support it.”
“So we need to hire a team to recode it?”
“No.” Sacha shook his head. “There is no time for that. We will have to take it apart ourselves and shore it up. It can be rebuilt properly after the soft launch in a few weeks.”
“Okay, butwho’sgoing to do that extra work? We don’t have enough capacity in our web development team.”
“I’ll do it,” Sacha said absently, his brain still fixated on Jonah. He’d seen him about twelve times today, the man never seemed to stay in one place for long. He was constantly on the move, checking in with his staff, brewing coffee for anyone and everyone. At one point, he’d gone out and returned with enough doughnuts for the entire floor, the Blutecc teams included.
