“You better watch what you say, or I’ll be ready to go again.”
“Maybe I’d like that. Sucking is one of my favorite things to do.”
“If I didn’t already know that, I sure do after that performance.” I kiss him again and roll out of bed. “Let’s go to work.”
“Can I go kill someone?” Tag asks.
“What? No!” Rory looks up from his tablet. “No killing.”
“But I’m bored,” Tag whines.
“Go for a jog,” Rory recommends.
“Running is for prey.”
Rory rolls his eyes. “Hunters have to run to catch their prey.”
“Not if they’re good.”
“How? That doesn’t make sense.”
Tag’s about to explain, but I don’t need to hear his crazy-ass explanation.
“I’ve heard Mal has a few rookies today,” I offer, and Tag grins before asking Rory seriously.
“Is it okay if I go?”
“Go.” Rory waves him off, and Tag runs out the door like a fucking toddler. I go back to my work, but I notice Rory coming over and he’s got a naughty look on his pretty face. I roll my chair back and spread my thighs so he can step between them.
“Did you need something, rabbit?” I smile up at him when he slides his arms around my neck.
“Your cock, Daddy,” he purrs, and I almost choke on my tongue at his forward tone.
“I just gave it to you a few hours ago.”
Rory pouts and sinks to his knees. “But I need it again.” His hands claw down my thighs, and I shiver.
“Need it?” I tease and run my finger across his bottom lip.
“I just want to suck it a little,” he confirms and licks my finger.
“I’m at work, baby. Someone could walk in.” It’s the truth but also dirty talk.
“I’m small, and I can hide.” He crawls under my desk.
“Very sneaky.” I let him pull me as close as he’s comfortable and he rubs his face against me like a cat in heat.
He lowers my zipper, and I groan when his slender fingers wrap around my shaft. A soft lick at my tip has me hardening so fast, my head spins.
“Fuck…” My hands grip the arms of my chair tightly.
“You’re supposed to be working,” Rory says and runs his tongue from base to tip.
“But you feel so good,” I praise and try to get back to my work. It’s hard, but I manage to get a few emails taken care of. Rory’s just teasing me anyway. He’s not trying to get me off.
But fuck, it still feels good.
“Why the hell did you send Tag down to me?” Mal slams the door, and Rory stops, but I pat his head reassuringly.
