“What the hell are you doin’?We’ve got work to do.”
“Technically,you’vegot work to do,” Slade told him as he lifted the steering wheel as high as it would go.
Relaxing in his seat, Slade turned his head to look at Atticus as he worked the button free on his jeans.
Atticus swallowed hard, jerking his chin toward Slade’s lap.“You want me to…?”
Slade chuckled.“Baby, Ialwayswant you to…” He let the sentence trail off the same way Atticus had.
That seemed to settle the man somewhat.Plus, seeing the heat in Atticus’s eyes relieved some of Slade’s insecurities.
“This is payback for me picking you, isn’t it?”
Slade flashed a grin.“This is me takin’ charge.And while you might be the lead on the case, I make the rules when it comes tootherthings.”
“Whatotherthings?”Atticus asked, his gaze locked on Slade’s hands as he eased the zipper down.
“Do you really need to ask?”
He watched Atticus watch him as he pushed his jeans and underwear down just enough to reveal the thick, swollen head of his dick.
When Atticus licked his lips, Slade’s cock kicked hard.
“Unbuckle your seat belt,” Slade ordered Atticus as he pushed his jeans lower, freeing his straining erection.
“Are you happy now?”Atticus retorted as he unbuckled the belt.
“No.Lean over and put that sweet fuckin’ mouth on my dick.ThenI’ll be happy.”
Atticus did as he was told, shifting in his seat so he could lean over the center console.
That was one thing Slade had learned about Atticus.The man loved to be dominated.And the more forceful Slade was, the hotter Atticus got.
When Atticus leaned over the console, Slade slid his fingers into the cool, soft hair at the back of his head.But rather than guide him down so Atticus could deep-throat his dick, Slade tugged him until he was close enough that he could feel Atticus’s breath on his lips.
“I’m sorry for how I acted earlier,” he whispered.
“Don’t apologize.It’s not necessary,” Atticus said, his eyes glazed.
Maybe not, but it made Slade feel a little better.
“I want your cock,” Atticus mumbled against Slade’s mouth.
Slade hissed when he felt the soft flutter of Atticus’s fingers over his dick.
“How bad?”
“Real bad.”
“Beg.”
Atticus pulled back enough so their eyes locked.“Let me have your dick, Slade.Please.”
Fuck, this man made him crazy.
“I want you to make me come.Usin’ only your mouth.”
Atticus swallowed hard.
