That soundedterrible.
He slid his plate closer and exchanged it with the half-eaten one.
“Fuck,this is good, too,” Dash said after the first bite. He practically inhaled the second meal and washed it down with a long gulp of ginger ale. “Please give Lucas my thanks.Thatwas incredible.”
“You’ve had his food before,” Emerson said between chews.
“Yeah, but it was reheated and it’s never as good when you nuke something.” Dash shrugged. “Plus, I was a bit out of it after… you know. I don’t think I was fully coherent.”
“Go ahead and say it. I fucked you senseless that night.”
“Fuck you,”Dash muttered, grinning brightly as he kicked Emerson’s foot under the table.
“If only,” Emerson murmured. “But we’ve only got about ten minutes left, and you’ve been despoiled enough lately as it is.”
“Despoiled?” Dash asked, one brow arching.“Youweren’t despoiled.”
Emerson squirmed a bit in his chair. “Oh? I wasn’t”
A wicked grin formed on Dash’s lips. “Nope.”
Emerson held Dash’s gaze, watching his mate’s eyes darken with lust. “We’ll have to take care of that soon.Afteryour cases get solved.”
Dash leaned back in the chair, running a palm over his groin and back up. His lids grew a bit heavier as he held Emerson’s gaze… and he continued to move that hand until the thick imprint of his hard cock tented his tailored black trousers.
Emerson swallowed the lump forming in his throat and cast a glance to the side. The entire office was nothing but glass windows. Anyone coming off the elevator could see them inside. There was the wall of filing cabinets, but was it enough? He’d already nearly crossed the line once and Dash’s assistant might’ve seen too much. Turning his focus back to Dash and that errant hand, he squirmed in his own chair. “We can’t. Not here.”
Dash rose to his feet and walked to the other side of the table. He offered a hand to Emerson. “Come with me.”
29
Emerson looked up at Dash towering above and a shiver raced through him. After a second’s pause, he slid his hand into Dash’s and allowed the man to help him up. Dash strode to his office, dragging him behind. Once inside, Emerson released his hand and glanced around at the mess. Sheets of paper littered the floor, the walls, the desk, and the small table. A single path remained from the door to the desk. Dashhadsaid it was chaos.
“Inhere?”Emerson asked.
“I’ll clear the desk.”
“Maybe use them to paper the window wall?”
Dash didn’t say a word. He stopped sorting the pages on his desk and reached into a drawer. Without looking up from the desk, he pulled out a device that looked like a remote, aimed it at the glass wall, and hit a button before tossing it back where he’d found it.
Emerson spun. The wall was suddenly opaque white.
No onewould see them.
“What the fuck?” Emerson said. He walked closer to the wall, amazed. When he heard the crumple of paper underneath,he jerked back, wincing. His gaze was drawn back to the glass, though. “That’s so fucking cool.”
“Fuck cool. Bring yourhotass over here,” Dash commanded.
Emerson growled, the command hot as fuck. He was the one accustomed to barking out orders. If what Dash had told him was true, he could bark one then and there and flip the entire script if he chose to—but why not let his mate have a little fun?
He spun and noticed the desk was cleared—plenty of room to play. He smiled, carefully walking over a pile of pages on the floor while trying to look sexy. It wasn’t easy. The place was a trap. He was terrified of a misstep, but he somehow made it through the obstacle course without sending anything flying.
As he neared, Dash yanked him by the belt buckle, unhooking it with ungodly speed.
“Have I told you how hot you look in that uniform?”
Emerson smiled as his navy-blue uniform pants were shoved down his hips. “No… and I’m quite upset it’s taken this long.”
