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When Tiffany stopped at a door midway down the long hall at the back of the floor, she knocked twice and waited.
“Come in.” Priest’s voice came through the cracked door, and it was like a bolt of electricity up Robbie’s spine. God, that voice and the word come shouldn’t be around him unless they were naked. His cock reacted to it as though Priest had just stroked him. Hmm, maybe we could get—
“You can go in,” Tiffany said, and then added, “Have a nice day,” as she walked around him to go back to her post.
Robbie pushed open the door, and when he stepped inside and saw Priest sitting behind a large mahogany desk that matched the one at the entrance of the firm, he smiled. “Why, good morning, Mr. Priestley.”
Priest’s lips twitched as Robbie walked further inside and looked around the sparse space. Unlike Logan’s old office downstairs—and no doubt the new corner one up here—there was nothing on the walls. No clock, no photos, no degrees—there was just one painting by the door, and Robbie would place money that that had come with the office.
“Good morning, Robert.”
Robbie’s eyes came back to Priest’s as he sat back in his chair and steepled his hands over his chest.
“You look rather happy this morning.”
That was the second time today he’d been told that, and Robbie wondered what Priest would say if he said that he and Julien were the reason. Instead, he took a sip of his coffee and said, “I had a good night’s sleep, an excellent start to my day, and I’m currently drinking something that is like heaven in my mouth.” He added a flirty little kiss in Priest’s direction.
“I once told you to come here and do that, and you said no,” Priest said, as Robbie walked over to the desk and put the coffees on it. “I believe your excuse at the time was that you didn’t know me well enough to let me near your tongue. How do you feel now? Because I’d really like your tongue in my mouth for the next five minutes.”
Robbie grinned, heat flushing his face at the thought. Then he unbuckled the belt of his jacket and shrugged out of it. He draped it over one of the chairs facing Priest’s desk, and then walked around it to where Priest sat.
When he went to lean back against the desk, Priest shook his head. “No. Over here,” he said, and then pushed his chair back and patted his lap. “I want you here.”
Robbie looked at Priest’s lap, and his cock throbbed at the erection he could see between Priest’s legs. Fuck, it was a toss-up on what he wanted most: to have that in his mouth or to sit on it. But Priest had been specific, and without another word, Robbie sat across Priest’s thighs and squirmed around a little, grinding his ass against the hard length he could feel.
Priest chuckled as he wrapped an arm around Robbie’s waist. “Are you quite comfortable?”
Robbie did it again, and this time waggled his eyebrows. “I am now. Are you?”
“I’d be more so if my pants were unzipped and my cock was in you. But I’m guessing that was the plan, am I right?”
“Yes. Yes, you are,” Robbie said, and winked. “I brought you coffee, just the way you like it. Cream and three sugars. But I saw the supplies you have out there and realized you probably don’t need any, so—”
“Robert?” Priest said.
“Yes?”
“I love that you brought me coffee. Thank you.”
Inordinately pleased by that, Robbie leaned in and pressed a kiss to Priest’s lips, and when he realized what he’d done right there in Priest’s office, Robbie raised his head about to apologize, but Priest’s hand was at the back of his hair, halting him.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Robbie lowered his eyes to Priest’s mouth, desperately wanting it back against his. “I… You’re at work. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not,” Priest said, and before Robbie could think beyond that, Priest’s mouth was against his, the soft scratch of his stubble tickling Robbie’s skin as Priest angled his head and slipped his tongue between his lips.
Robbie moaned and brought a hand up to cradle Priest’s cheek, and as he practically crawled up his lap, a rumbling growl came out of Priest’s throat.
“I like that sound,” Robbie said, as he looked into Priest’s eyes. “You sound like you want to attack me.”
“I do.”
Robbie giggled. “Why, behave yourself, Mr. Priestley. I didn’t come down here so you could have your way with me.”
“No?”
“No,” Robbie said, and then sat up. “I came because you told me to.”
“Not yet, you haven’t,” Priest said with a smirk. “But that’s one of the things I like best about you. You come when I tell you to.”
Robbie rolled his eyes. “For the first time, I want you to be serious, and you’re making jokes. You said you wanted to talk to me about something.”
