Toes curling, pulse spiking, Kit surrendered to the possessive touch. Knowing that Holden was watching made it even hotter.
And an entire office full of people on the other side of the door. The glass felt so flimsy.
Only when Kit was dizzy with need did James set him down—then spin them both around. Kit pressed back against James, held by the hip and throat.
“You know damn well there are ten more assignments,” James said above Kit’s head.
The room was even bigger than James’s home office, with a classy little sitting area between the door and James’s desk. Holden perched on the white leather couch, an array of dormant cell phones spread on the coffee table. Hunger burned in his eyes, and he smiled.
“Hello, darling,” Holden said warmly. As if it was just them in the room. As if Kit’s lips weren’t wet and red from another man’s domination. “You look adorable today.”
Okay, Holden actually seemed well aware of what Kit looked like. He was just far more intrigued than jealous. Or he was hiding the homicidal jealousy better than he used to.
Holden had to know the month was up. But he was infuriatingly patient.
“What are you doing?” Kit asked, faltering as James’s hand spread across his stomach, pulling him closer.
Holden gestured at the phones. “I’m taking these apart and putting them back together.”
Kit could feel James’s cock hard against his lower back. “Why?”
James nuzzled Kit’s hair, inhaling, which wasn’t weird. Okay, it was weird, but Kit fucking liked it. “Because it’s tedious and annoying. I have twenty more models for him for tomorrow.”
“Last week, we worked on coding.” Holden lounged back, watching languidly. “He’s been trying to figure out what I’m good at.”
James scoffed. “I’ll see if you’re good at scrubbing toilets next.”
“I’m probably amazing at it,” Holden said, unbothered. “I’m very thorough.”
Unexpected. James seemed to be taking this internship seriously. Kit could address that later. Right now, all he could think about was the cock burning against his back, and Holden’s gaze, intense enough to take Kit apart.
Thorough. Yeah, Holden and James had that in common.
“I don’t want to think about toilets right now,” Kit said, his stern expression foiled when James reached down to cup his cock. He squirmed, sudden pressure and friction lighting up every nerve.
“What do you want to think about instead?” James said into his ear. His fingers curved, pulling the magenta denim tight. “What exactly did you come here for in the middle of the workday?”
Arousal tugged Kit’s thoughts in every direction. The hand on his throat massaged lightly, keeping Kit’s attention there as much as on his cock. “I wanted to ask Holden out on a date.”
Holden lit up with angelic glee.
James squeezed Kit’s cock harder, almost to the point of pain. “Is that so?” He sounded dangerously delighted. “Your boyfriend is grabbing your sweet little cock, and you’re asking the intern out?”
Kit rocked against James’s hand. “That’s the gist of it, yeah.”
“Shameless little slut,” James murmured, and the loving degradation nearly made Kit come right there. James raised his voice. “Are you going to answer him, intern?”
Holden shifted against the couch, legs spreading. He looked away from Kit for the first time since Kit had entered the room—at James, above Kit’s head. “He hasn’t asked me anything yet. He just said he wanted to ask me.”
Fuck. Why was it so hot, the way they talked over him?
They weren’t ignoring Kit. Their attention was clear, like claws plucking at his seams. They were just treating him like his presence was a given. Of course Kit was caught between them, and of course James and Holden would meet his desperation with equal fervor.
“Is there something you wanted to ask?” Holden prompted politely.
“God, you’re both jerks,” Kit panted, squirming again. His body was learning to respond to James’s slightest touch, and there was nothing slight about the teasing grip on his cock. “Do you want to—ah—grab coffee or something?”
James abandoned Kit’s cock just before he could come, hand creeping under his shirt. His touch blazed against Kit’s lower belly.
