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Once he set me on the couch, he crouched and pulled my shoes off, setting them on the floor under the long table in front of the couch. Then, he strode to his wardrobe and pulled out a plain white t-shirt, handing it to me.
“Put this on,” he commanded. “I’ll get you a blanket.”
“You have a blanket here?” I asked in surprise as I tugged his massive shirt over my head—and oh, my God, it smelled so much like him: clean linen, spicy cologne, and coffee. I never wanted to take this shirt off.
“Yes, baby boy, I have a blanket here. Sometimes I work late or just need a nap in the middle of the day.” He walked over to me with a perfectly folded blanket draped over his arm. “Lay down and get comfortable so I can cover you up.”
I quickly laid down on my side, curling my knees to my chest before tucking my arm under the throw pillow beneath my head. Thomas unfolded the blanket and then draped it over me, tucking it in around me.
My heart was going to combust. Explode right out of my chest. He knew exactly what to do to make me feel safe, secure, and protected.
He brushed his lips with mine, and I sighed, wishing it could last longer. But he pulled back a few seconds later, making me pout. A soft smile tilted his lips. “Get some sleep, Noah, and we’ll pick up where we left off when you’re awake.”
“Okay,” I mumbled, shutting my eyes. His fingers brushed over my cheek before he quietly made his way to his desk.
It took mere minutes for me to fall into a deep sleep, my thoughts thankfully quiet.
* * *
After taking a four-hour nap, I felt refreshed. Theo had Danny fetch me coffee, though I could’ve done it myself, and I was wide awake with some caffeine now thrumming through my body.
“Here’s the typed-up notes you asked me to print out,” I said, standing up from my desk in Thomas’s office and walking over to his. He rolled his chair back a little and beckoned me closer. With my cheeks warming, I stepped around his sturdy oak desk and held the paper out to him.
“Thank you,” he murmured, taking it from me and setting it aside without even glancing at it. Then, he gripped my hips and pulled me down onto his lap. My eyes widened as I straddled his thighs, my hands landing on his shoulders. I squeaked when I felt his hard shaft pressing against my ass through his slacks. My own instantly swelled in response.
“Thomas?” I whispered.
“I made you a promise,” he rasped, his hands running under his shirt that I was still wearing. A shiver raced down my spine. “I think my good boy deserves for me to make good on that promise.”
“Oh, yes, please,” I blurted, my breathing quickening.
He grinned and stood from his chair before settling me on his desk. His mouth met mine in a hot kiss that I felt all the way down to my toes. I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair, my legs wrapping around his waist to tug him closer.
“Fuck, boy,” he growled, ripping his lips from mine. He trailed them over my jaw and down my neck, nipping at my tender skin. I whimpered, grinding against him, desperate for friction. “You’re so needy, baby. I can’t fucking get enough of it.”
“Please,” I begged. I was aching for him to touch me. Everywhere. I needed him everywhere. “I need you to touch me.”
He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the side. Those massive hands of his scoured my back, rubbing along my skin as his lips met mine again, kissing me and stealing my breath to the point I went lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.
He avoided my chest and abdomen when he moved down my body and instead laid me back on his desk before unsnapping my slacks and tugging them down. I’d never put my shoes back on, so stripping me out of the remainder of my clothes was simple and quick.
“God, you are so fucking beautiful,” Thomas rasped, running his eyes over me. “So gorgeous, baby boy.”
I writhed on the wood of his desk, my teeth sinking into my kiss-swollen bottom lip. “Please, Thomas,” I begged.
His palms slid along my smooth thighs, a hungry look entering his eyes when he felt how hairless I was. I already couldn’t grow a beard or mustache, and my chest was bare of any hair. Any other hair on my body—like my legs, around my cock, or between my cheeks—I had waxed off religiously.
“You wax, baby?”
I nodded. “I don’t like hair on my body.”
“You’re so smooth,” he rumbled. “I like it, boy.” His eyes flicked up to mine. “I like it a lot.”
His fingers trailed along my cock, and I whimpered, my eyes rolling back in my head when he finally wrapped his hand around me. I spread my thighs, planting my feet on the edge of his desk as he began to work me in his fist. My mind blitzed out, only able to focus on this beautiful man and what he was doing to my body.
“Feels so good,” I whimpered. “Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he assured me. “You’re so beautiful like this.” Slick fingers suddenly probed at my ass, and I whined, arching my hips to encourage him. He groaned. “God, you’re so greedy.”
