“I just got off a job for a writer, and he had a fan who kept showing up in a furry wolf costume.”
Everett just blinked as his mouth dropped open. Then he slowly grinned. “Let me guess. He writes werewolf romances?”
“Got it in one guess.”
“Really?” Rowan leaned forward eagerly. “Can you tell me who? I read a lot of those!”
“I’m not really supposed to, but I will say they are gay romances set on the east coast and there’s an ornery pet ferret.”
“Oh, I love that series! How fun.” He twirled his chopsticks in the lo mein but looked at Everett. “So you write books? Other than desserts, books are my thing. I mostly read romances, but I love mysteries and some science fiction, too. What do you write?”
“Mysteries, and now urban fantasy, though I’ve just started in that genre. I have a few books out under the name E.V. Page. Most are cozies, but there are a couple of thrillers.”
Rowan didn’t recognize the name, but he didn’t want Everett to know that. “It must be so wonderful to come up with all those ideas. I wish I had that kind of creativity, because writing books would be something I’d love.” He certainly had a rich fantasy life—but he’d never thought to put those fantasies down on paper.
“There’s a lot of creativity in cooking, too,” Everett said before asking about his desserts. They chatted as they finished eating and when he set down his chopsticks, he looked at Ivor to find his eyes fairly glowing with something like real affection. His heart skipped a beat, and he couldn’t look away. He wasn’t sure how long they stared at each other while everyone talked around them, but suddenly Ivor’s expression changed. Eyes hooding, nostrils flaring. Affection changing to lust in the blink of an eye.
Ivor shoved his chair back and stood. He held out his hand to Rowan.
He didn’t care if they were obvious—he just wanted to be alone with Ivor right there and then. He took his hand and followed him from the conference room.
Ivor took him into the closest empty room, which turned out to be another conference room with a long table and chairs. Helocked the door behind them, then put his hands on Rowan’s waist, backing him against the wall.
He leaned in, his breath brushing over Rowan’s lips. “Even though this is a bad, bad idea and I shouldn’t be even thinking about being with you, it’s all I can think about.”
“I don’t think it’s a bad idea,” Rowan whispered back.
“I’m supposed to be protecting you, not coming up with different ways to get you alone in this crowded office.”
“You found one. There’s nobody in here but us.” Rowan gave in to the need to touch Ivor, placing his palms on Ivor’s chest. He felt the soft material of his button-down instead of skin, but he also felt the beat of Ivor’s heart, which was fast.
“Just a kiss.” Ivor’s gaze was locked onto Rowan’s lips. “Can I have that?”
“Ivor, I want so much more than a kiss with you.”
“Fuck, Rowan,” Ivor bit out before his lips brushed over his.
Pure electricity made Rowan gasp and open his mouth, which caused Ivor to moan softly before he just annihilated Rowan with the kind of kiss he’d only dreamed existed. He stroked his tongue over Rowan’s, pressing his lips so perfectly against his, it felt like their mouths were two parts of a whole. The kiss went on and on, and Rowan had to slide his hands around to Ivor’s back to hold onto him because his knees actually went weak.
Ivor pulled a little back, only far enough to take Rowan’s bottom lip between his teeth. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make his hunger for Rowan plain.
Nobody had ever wanted him like this.
Ivor’s tongue slid back into his mouth, and Rowan let out a whimpering sound that should have embarrassed him but didn’t because all he could feel was Ivor’s hard body against his and that slide of his silky tongue. Ivor cupped Rowan’s jaw with tightfingers and tilted his head so he could kiss down the side of Rowan’s neck.
Rowan shuddered, clutching hard at Ivor’s back.
He smelled so fucking good and was so utterly alluring, Rowan was overcome by the wild arousal burning throughout his body. His cock was uncomfortably hard against his tight jeans, but he didn’t care. He just wanted…more.
Gasping, he ducked his chin, seeking out Ivor’s mouth again.
Ivor slid his mouth over Rowan’s again, this time releasing a rumbling sound that told Rowan all he needed to know about the incubus’s desire.
Ivor was feeling this, too.
Rowan started to pump his hips, needing friction badly. More whimpering sounds escaped his mouth only to be swallowed by Ivor, who let go of his jaw and reached between them to cup his hand over Rowan’s aching dick. He rubbed, making Rowan suck in a deep breath.
“Holy shit,” Ivor muttered as he wrenched himself away and just stood there with narrowed, desire-filled eyes. “Holy shit,” he repeated.
