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“Yes,” he said breathlessly. “More.”

With that request, I picked up the pace, thrusting into him with my fingers and teasing around them with my tongue until Kieran was rocking back against me over and over, fucking himself with me as the tool for his pleasure. His moans became higher, more insistent, and I paused long enough for one final instruction.

“Come on,” I said quietly. “Touch yourself.”

Kieran whimpered and shifted his weight so he could do as I’d said, stroking his cock hard and fast with one hand as he continued to let me fuck him with my fingers and tongue, rocking back and forth, taking his pleasure from both sides.

A few moments later, Kieran cried out quietly, spilling his orgasm on the desktop, his hole clenching around my fingers and tongue. His hips stilled but I continued to tease my tongue against his hole as he came, dragging out his pleasure. When his muscles finally relaxed, I eased my fingers from him, drawing out a little huff from Kieran at the loss.

With my clean hand, I stroked the swell of his ass gently, scraping his skin with my nails and raising goose bumps onto his back and ass. Kieran moaned softly and I patted his ass gently.

“I’ll be right back.” Making sure my clothes were all in place, I crossed the little hallway to the bathroom, where I was grateful the previous tenant had also left paper towels and soap. I washed up and grabbed a few extra paper towels to help Kieran clean himself if he needed it, and so I could wipe up the mess on the desk.

When I returned, Kieran had put himself back together, clothes in place, perched on the other end of the desk, away from the mess we’d made. A few minutes later, everything was back to normal, desk clean, hands clean, both of us with all of our clothes where they belonged.

I sat next to him on the desk and chuckled quietly. “You still want that pizza?”

He huffed a laugh and glanced at the pizza box behind him. “It’s probably cold by now.”

I bumped his shoulder with my own. “Worth it, though.”

“Yeah,” he said, a smile on his face. “Definitely worth it.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Kieran

We decided to give the mostly cold pizza a chance. Ellis sat in the chair and I perched on the edge of the desk, facing him, painfully aware that it wouldn’t take much of a position shift for him to lean over and put his mouth to my cock. My body burned with desire, despite the very recent orgasms we’d shared, and I tried hard to focus on anything except his strong hands and the stubble on his face that would probably feel amazing against my thighs.

“So, how’s work going today?” I asked uncertain about what else to say.

“Good.” He nodded and took a bite of pizza. After he swallowed, he elaborated. “I had an appointment this afternoon. Did a really cool forest piece. The client is really into squirrels, so we hid a few squirrels in the trees and along the forest floor.”

“Nice.” The conversation felt stilted and awkward, like there was some pressure to make it perfect and performance anxiety was getting to me.

“What would you get, if you had to pick a tattoo? A TV camera?” He smirked.

“Hardly.” I exhaled sharply through my nose. “I think my TV days might be behind me.”

“Oh? You’re not going back?”

I shrugged and thought carefully before I responded. “I haven’t decided anything yet, but the longer I’m away, the less I want to go back. Problem is, I don’t know what else I would do. Go into business for myself? I doubt Pine Bluff has enough demand for interior design work to keep me busy and keep food on the table.”

He nodded slowly. “I had the same argument against starting my own studio.”

“You did. But… I don’t know, you have a client list. There’s demand for your work. You have appointments on your books for the next few months. Plus, there are always walk-ins. Like I said, there’s not a lot of demand for interior design work.”

Another slow nod. “Just something to think about.”

We were both quiet for a few moments and I turned the conversation back to him. “Of all the tattoos you have, what’s your favorite?”

This made Ellis laugh. “I have a little angler fish on my thigh. The one I gave Lena that day you guys came in was a part of the same series of drawings.” He patted his leg where the tattoo must have been.

“You’ll have to show me sometime,” I said playfully. “Does she have a meaning?”

Ellis waved his hand dismissively. “Life isn’t that serious. My first couple of tattoos have meaning, but after that, it was more about getting art I liked or remembering moments in time. Not everything is all that deep.”

I considered this for a moment. “Maybe that’s why I don’t have any tattoos yet. I’ve always felt like they had to have some significance or meaning behind them and I’ve never found anything I felt that serious about. I like your way better, though. Maybe I’ll get a tattoo sometime.”