Page 65 of My Forbidden Commander

“Christ,” he breathes against my jaw. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to run a task force when I’m hard half the time I’m standing near you.”

“Occupational hazard, sir,” I murmur, working my mouth down his neck.

“Even today. Even with that photo on the board.” He pulls back enough to look at me, something helpless in his expression. “Callahan’s out there, and I can’t stop wanting you. What does that make me?”

“Human,” I say. “Come on, Gabriel. You’re allowed to feel more than one thing at once.”

He doesn’t look convinced, but he also doesn’t stop grinding against me, so I take that as agreement enough.

“Good thing you’ve got a specialist under your command,” I add, smirking, “who you can order to his knees whenever the mood strikes.”

He narrows his eyes and goes still.

Then, before I can process what’s happening, Gabriel Wolfe drops to his knees in front of me.

I blink down at him. “Sir. What are you doing?”

He looks up, and there’s nothing commanding about his expression right now. Just a man kneeling on a plywood floor, gray eyes uncertain in a way I’ve never seen on him, not even the first time he let me fuck him.

“Teach me,” he says.

“Teach you what?”

“How to—” He clenches his jaw. “How to suck cock, Noah. I want to know what it’s like. What you feel like.”

Heat floods through me so fast I nearly sway. I definitely forget how words work.

“You don’t have to,” I manage. “I’m happy just⁠—”

“I want to.” His hands are already at my belt, undoing it with more confidence than his voice carries. “Show me.”

I laugh, half disbelief and half pure delight, and slot my fingers through his hair. “Okay. Okay, sir. Look at me.”

He does. I get myself free, and his eyes drop to my cock like he’s memorizing it.

“Start slow,” I tell him, my voice already rougher than I want it to be. “Lips first. Cover your teeth.”

He wraps his lips around the head, careful, tentative, and the sensation of Colonel Gabriel Wolfe’s mouth on me nearly buckles my knees on the spot.

“Fuck—yeah, just like that.” My hand tightens in his hair. “Now take a little more. Use your tongue on the underside.”

He follows every instruction like it’s an order he intends to execute flawlessly, which, given who he is, tracks completely. His tongue drags along the underside of my cock, clumsy at first, then finding a rhythm, and the sight of him on his knees for me, working me with that same focus he brings to everything, is going to live in my head forever.

“Touch yourself,” I breathe. “Want to watch you get yourself off while you do this.”

He doesn’t hesitate. His good hand drops to his own slacks, freeing himself, and starts stroking in time with the bob of his head, and the sound he makes around my cock when he does it goes straight through me.

“God, Gabriel.” My hips twitch forward, and he takes it, adjusting, taking me deeper without me having to ask. “You’re a natural. Fuck, I knew you would be.”

He hums around me, and the vibration nearly finishes me off right there.

“I’m close,” I warn him, giving him the chance to pull back, the way I always would. “Fuck… Gabriel, I’m gonna⁠—”

He doesn’t pull back.

He swallows me down instead, taking me deeper, and the second I start coming, he moans, low and broken around my cock, and I feel him shudder as his own release hits, his hand working him through it, both of us falling apart within seconds of each other.

I brace a hand against the map table to keep from going down, my whole body shaking, and Gabriel stays there on his knees until the last of it works through me, swallowing like he’s determined not to waste a drop.