Holden’s eyes followed. “That sounds lovely, sweetheart. Let’s go back to that ladybug place, unless you have another idea. I never got to try their lattes.”
Kit had exactly zero ideas besides getting someone’s cock in him right now. “Ladybug Brews is fine. Um. When are you free?”
“That depends on whether my boss will let me take the afternoon off,” Holden said. “He’s a real stickler for someone who gets in at eleven every morning.”
“I work from home in the morning,” James said serenely as he shoved Kit’s shirt all the way up his chest. “I like to wait out traffic.”
‘Waiting out traffic’ was a funny way to phrase ‘fucking Kit over the kitchen counter.’ But Kit couldn’t point that out while biting his lip on a moan. James toyed with his nipples, gently, insistently teasing the sensitive nubs.
Fuck, maybe Kit should ask James to gag him. The entire office would hear him unless James let up.
“What was so urgent about this date that you had to ask in person?” James asked, his fingers still moving.
“You’re easier to persuade in person,” Kit answered honestly.
James and Holden laughed at the same time—Holden giving a slight, fond chuckle, James’s laugh vibrating through Kit.
“You’re very persuasive,” James said. “Fine, I’ll be nice and let Holden out early, on two conditions.”
Kit rested his head against James’s chest, feeling strangely safe with the hand still around his throat, his body humming with arousal. “Let me guess, the first is that you have to crash the date.”
“It’s like you know me.”
James inhaled Kit’s hair again. Which couldn’t have smelled too interesting, unless James really liked the scent of hisown shampoo in Kit’s hair. Fuck, he probably did. He was a possessive bastard, which meant his next condition was no surprise.
“The second condition is that I fuck you over my desk, and you sit through your little coffee date with my cum inside you.”
The idea struck Kit like lightning. Wordlessly, he looked over at Holden, who tilted his head.
“Are you asking my permission, sweetheart?” Holden asked. Then he once again spoke to James. “Do you have a plug in here? We really should be thorough.”
6
Kit liked the way they toyed with him.
Holden’s pulse quickened at the sight of James’s hand around Kit’s throat. The sight of Kit’s lips, bruised red by another man’s kiss. Something Holden hadn’t been allowed to do for an entire month.
The feeling was like the familiar violent urges, but the ember smoldering in Holden’s heart was different than before. Blood wouldn’t solve this craving.
Kit swallowed beneath James’s hand—in reaction to Holden’s words. That was what made it tolerable. Each time James or Darius touched Kit, it was always clear. Holden could sit across the entire room, and still put that glassy, stunned look in Kit’s eyes.
As much as Holden wanted to be the one pinching Kit’s soft pink nipples, tugging them red and tender, this was nice. He drank in every gasp and shiver from a distance.
“I do have a plug,” James said, which made Kit’s eyes widen again. “Cabinet next to my desk, top drawer.”
A subtle challenge edged James’s voice. This was another test.
James had been testing Holden all week. Technical challenges, temperament challenges. How annoying couldJames be without Holden snapping? The answer was extremely annoying—Holden didn’t usually tolerate petty slights well, but he had a purpose here. He needed to behave, or seeing Kit would get very difficult.
And he sensed a purpose behind the tests. Something beyond just judging whether Holden was safe around Kit.
Holden shouldn’t be surprised. He and James weren’t so different, after all. James had killed more people than Holden.
Not as many as Darius. Now that was role model material.
“Do you want me to grab the plug?” Holden asked Kit, because he didn’t particularly care about keeping James’s cum deep inside Kit. He just cared about the way Kit squirmed.
“Yes,” Kit breathed.
