“Are you threatening to report me, Royal Secretary Narek?”
“Don’t call me that,” he shoved at Silver’s chest but the other man didn’t so much as budge, “I quit!”
Suddenly, Silver was lying on top of him, his entire body pressing Nuri down into the mattress, his hips nestled between his spread thighs, forcing them to part further. He rested his forearms on either side of Nuri’s head, his face back to hovering a mere inch away.
“We’re getting off track,” he said, and this time his voice came off smooth and coaxing. Gently, he rolled his hips, rubbing himself against Nuri’s cock.
It was like his dick had a mind of its own and was completely under Silver’s control, ignoring all the reasons they shouldn’t be turned on right now.
“That’s better.” The corner of Silver’s full lips tipped up in a self-satisfied smile.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking,” Nuri forced himself to meet the problem head-on despite how embarrassed that made him, “but this isn’t okay, CEO Rien. Get off of me.”
“I like it here.”
“But I don’t.”
He ground against him more forcefully. “Liar. You want to know what I’m thinking, Narek?” Silver brought his mouth to the curve of Nuri’s ear. “I’m thinking about fucking you.” He tipped his head almost tauntingly and added, as if it were an afterthought, “Again.”
Chapter 9:
Silver felt Nuri’s entire body lock up beneath his and he gave the other man a moment to process what he’d said. It must have come as quite a shock, considering Silver had never alluded to his desires for his secretary before. He’d been too concerned about scaring him off, or losing interest and losing the one person he’d felt he could rely on his whole life.
But now that he’d seen the determination to go in Nuri’s eyes, Silver knew he was out of time. It’d been either this or release him, and letting Nuri leave was not an option.
“Since you kept insisting, I took away the choice.” Despite their recent bonding, Silver had intended to allow Nuri time to understand and adjust to their new roles in each other’s lives.
Initially, he’d brought Nuri up here for the exact reason he’d given when asked. He’d intended to keep him close, locked in his room while he slept so that there was no way for the otherman to attempt to sneak past his guard a second time. But when he’d felt Nuri’s body reacting to him…A switch had been flipped.
The connection worked both ways apparently.
Nuri wasn’t the only one who would be affected whenever Silver’s Swift form took hold.
So now here they were, Nuri’s perfect little body trapped beneath his, all that pale skin and chocolate-colored hair a sharp contrast to the blood-red sheets.
Earlier, they’d only done it once and that hadn’t been nearly enough to satisfy Silver. There were things they needed to talk about, but since he’d found Nuri trying to sneak out it was obvious the other man wasn’t currently in the mood to do so. If that gave Silver an excuse to try and fuck answers out of him? He wasn’t a saint; he wouldn’t let an opportunity like this one slip past.
“How much of it do you remember?” he asked, and with the way Nuri turned almost as red as his sheets it was clear he understood what Silver was referring to. “What about the way you pleaded with me to go faster? All those sounds you made when—”
“It was a mistake,” Nuri snapped. “I wasn’t in my right mind and you took advantage of that.”
“Of course I did.” He wasn’t even slightly insulted by that accusation. It was the truth. Still… “I did try to tell you.”
“Not hard enough.”
He grinned. “You said that too.”
Nuri glanced away. “Can’t we just…forget it?”
“Forget it? Ifthis,” he rolled his hard length against Nuri’s, almost groaning, “hadn’t given you away, I would have continued believing that innocent act of yours. All this time, and I never knew you had this side to you, now that I do that’s not something I’ll ever willingly forget.”
Silver buried his face against the crook of Nuri’s neck and inhaled deeply, relishing the familiar scent of ripe cherries and mahogany. He’d developed a fondness for the smell ever since he’d placed it when he and Nuri had first met and shared a room. The smell was a little bit tart, a little sweet, with a woodsy afternote, perfectly embodying Nuri’s major facets in one.
Nuri was fastidious and bright, always alert and ready at a moment’s notice. He took his job as both secretary and companion seriously—or, at least he had—and was the one and only constant in Silver’s life.
So the fact he actually had the gall to try and change all that on his own had Silver’s fury bubbling over.
Reminded of that fact, he nipped at the spot where Nuri’s neck met his shoulder, chuckling when that had the other man startling for what had to be the millionth time that night alone. He didn’t do it hard enough to break skin, just enough to get his point across.
