Jamie knew he’d always cherish this moment and the sight of Kyle covered in his cum, wearing nothing but the wedding rings and diamond collar Jamie had given him, haloed by the vastness of space.
With careful motions, Jamie undid the nipple clamps one at a time, earning him soft, relieved whimpers from his husband. He gently tugged the chain free of Kyle’s mouth. His tongue flickered against Jamie’s fingers as he licked his lips, dazed green eyes cracking open. The haziness to his gaze told Jamie that Kyle wasn’t fully cognizant, which had been his intention all along.
Jamie dropped the nipple clamps onto the floor before lifting Kyle into his arms, holding his shivering body close. Jamie kissed him slow and deep, rubbing a finger between the cleft of his ass and over his hole. Jamie slipped his finger inside in a possessive way.
“I love you,” Jamie said into the quiet that had settled between them.
Kyle’s lips sought out his, voice coming out soft and wrecked when he was finally able to speak. “I love you, sir.”
Jamie ducked his head to press a kiss to the side of Kyle’s neck, catching warm skin and cold diamonds against his lips as he held his husband and refused to let go.
7
Bury Me Deep or Leave Me to Rot
The June heatmeant that even the air-conditioning in Oliver’s car hadn’t been quite enough to stop him from sweating on the drive to work. Oliver ran a finger beneath the collar of his shirt before taking a sip of his to-go cup of tea.
I may need to get the car looked at.
It wasn’t something he would have time to do right now. Ascot was set to start in three days, with the Trooping the Colour scheduled to start a week after Ascot ended. All in all, it meant everyone was working overtime with little to show for all of the hours spent trying to track down the enemy. Which was why he was at the UMG headquarters on a Saturday and not sleeping in.
The lift doors opened, expunging a small group of people, and Oliver stepped inside. He gave the building AI the floor he wanted as the doors shut. He watched the numbers on the control panel change with every level he passed.
When the lift slowed to a halt and the doors slid open, Oliver nearly ran face-first into Liam as he tried to leave. Liam steadied him with strong hands, causing Oliver to stiffen in his grip. Liam’s expressive mouth twisted into a frown, but the look in his eyes wasn’t angry, more resigned.
“Pardon me,” Liam said as he let Oliver go.
Oliver rocked back on his heels and glared at the other man. “It’s rude to stand in the way of people getting off.”
Liam arched an eyebrow as he waved Oliver out of the lift. “I didn’t realize you were coming in today.”
“I’m your liaison with MI6. I’ve been here every day of my assignment to the UMG. What made you think I would stay home?” Oliver asked as he stepped past Liam into the hallway.
“I suppose it was too much to hope you would’ve taken the day off.”
Oliver sent Liam a withering glare. “Ascot is in three days and you think I would be taking a day off at a time like this?”
“In hindsight, that was a bit of wishful thinking.” Liam dragged his hand through his dark blond hair, sighing quietly. “I didn’t mean to imply you couldn’t do your job, Ollie.”
“Don’t,” Oliver said sharply.
Oliver glanced around the command area, noticing a few pairs of eyes looking their way. As with any agency that dealt with intelligence and security, people were too curious for their own good. Having an argument with Liam out in the open was not something Oliver wanted to do, especially not one to do with something so personal.
“Weren’t you leaving?”
Liam shrugged. “I was going to take a break, but you’re here now, so it can wait.”
“Don’t let me stop you.”
“You wouldn’t be able to.”
Oliver rolled his eyes. “Professionalism seems to be lacking this morning. Perhaps you need another cup of tea to put you in a better mood, if that’s even remotely possible.”
“Your concern is noted.”
“It’s hardly concern.”
Oliver turned away from Liam and headed for the briefing room he’d seen more of in the last few weeks than he had of his own office at MI6 due to the threat posed by the Reborn IRA. MI6 had been working with MI5 and the UMG to track down Tegan Murphy and Carter Bennett to no avail. The minuscule amount of chatter analysts had gathered indicated that an active cell of the Reborn IRA was in London, but details beyond that were lacking. The frustration was getting to all of them.
