“I can help with that," he says, his lips curling into a sinister grin. He traces one fingertip down my chest slowly. All I can do is focus on my breathing. His finger slides between the waistband of my pants, and he yanks me closer with a force that rattles every bone in my body. His hand slowly slides over my cock, and I keep my eyes trained on him. My body heats, sweat breaking out on my brow.
“Looks like you missed me, too," he says, his voice like cold marble.
“Robbie…” I breathe, settling my hand against his chest. “It’s… late," I say shakily. “I have to work in the morning.”
It’s a lame excuse. I know it is, but suddenly, I feel like the room is closing in on me. Like I’m suffocating with him in my space.
“You trying to get rid of me, Oliver?” he asks, leaning closer to me. I expect the familiar scent of whiskey, but it’s strangely vacant.
“No,” I lie. “Of course not.”
Robbie settles his hand on my neck. His thumb slides around and presses into the column of my throat, and I gasp. His other hand slowly unbuttons my pants, his fingers torturously toying with my zipper. My cock twitches and I close my eyes, trying to breathe normally.
My heart thuds in my chest as panic swells in my stomach, turning over the knots forming there.
“Good. Because I’d hate to have to leave before making up with you.”
“Making up?” I swallow hard, the pressure of his thumb making it difficult. His fingers slide through the opening of my boxers as he grasps my cock.
It doesn’t feel good. Not like it should. Because I know it’s not because ofhim.
Flashes in my brain echo of Sloane’s mouth against mine. His body pressed against me, pinning me to the door.
His hand on my throat and that gentle-yet-firm touch.
My cock throbs in response, and Robbie lets out a grunt.
“Mhmm,” Robbie says. “I owe you an apology.”
I open my eyes, finding his wicked gaze.
“For yesterday," he says, his amber eyes glittering with mischief.
His mouth finds my neck, and he sucks on the skin. Hard.
“Fuck,” I hiss, trying hard to fight the desire thrumming in my body.
“Careful, you’re going to give me a damn hickey,” I say, my voice coming out like some deranged whimper.
Robbie nips at my flesh as his hand on my cock quickens its pace.
His tongue slides up my neck, and my thighs tense. My ass clenches and a sharp sting of pain ricochets through me, reminding just what he’sapologizingfor.
My bodyachesto release this pent-up frustration, and Robbie’s familiar touch, his rough strokes, are too much.
I’m not strong enough to fight this. I close my eyes, grimacing as my balls start to draw tight.
“I can’t show up to work with a fucking hickey, Robbie, Sloane—”
I shake my head, my mind a mess as I try to stave off coming.
I whine. His mouth disappears from my neck, and I breathe a sigh of relief. But it’s short-lived when I feel him let go of my cock.
I growl in frustration. The tears start to pool in my eyes as I fight the urge to beg for the release.
To let him put me out of my misery.
“You’re right, Oliver," he says carefully. My cock aches. The need to come is agonizing. I want to come, but not forhim.
