Kieran forgot he was mad that I whipped it out in the breakroom and dropped to his knees with a sound. “Let me see.”
I jutted my hips in his direction and pointed to the red mark from the vicious seam.
“What the hell kind of jeans are these? I’ll kill the CEO of the company who makes them.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I retorted, getting a little distracted because he was like two inches from my dick. “I just needthe—ungh.” My words completely fell away when Kieran’s lips brushed my cock.
My fingers instantly pushed through his dark locks, and I arched even closer toward him. He kissed me again, then dragged his tongue over the sore spot. Sighing, I tightened my grip.
He kissed it again, then pulled back, wrapping his hand around it instead. “You’ll be okay,” he murmured. “Put the boxers on.”
“B-but?—”
His hand swatted my bare ass cheek as he stood. “You’re at work, and anyone could walk in here.”
Sighing, I kicked off my sneakers to pull the jeans off the rest of the way and tug on the boxers. Kieran tried to buy all black, but I grabbed a pack of the multi-patterned. Life was too short to wear boring boxers.
Though, Kieran sure looked good in them.
“You’re standing so close I can feel you breathing,” I told him.
“If someone walks in here and sees you half naked, I’ll kill them. Still want me to step back?”
“You are so dramatic.”
“I’m honest,” he replied and started to move away. Gasping, I reached for him, pitching over because my jeans were only around my knees.
Kieran caught me—of course he did—and then I leaned against his wide frame while he pulled my pants up the rest of the way.
“Thank you,” I said, stretching up on my toes to kiss his scruffy jaw after he buttoned them.
Gruff, he asked, “Does that feel better?”
I nodded and jammed my feet into my shoes.
His thumb and forefinger caught my chin, gently forcing my face up. “You sure you want to stay here?”
“Are you worried about me?” I asked, cheeky.
“Yes.”
My stomach dipped because he was not cheeky but straightforward, and in order for him to be worried, that meant he really cared about me. And yeah, he told me he loved me, but now he was worried too.
Let me enjoy someone fussing over me. I never knew how good it would be.
I rushed forward, wrapping my arms around his waist and laying my cheek against his chest. “Thank you.”
“For worrying about you?”
“Yes.”
“It’s annoying.”
I smiled. “Want me to come with you? I can just wait in the car.”
He was silent a moment, his arms tightening around me. “No. Just stay here with Ghost.”
“You sure?”
