He plastered his body to Isaac’s, kissing him deep and grinding his very apparent erection into Isaac’s thigh. Possessiveness coiled in Isaac’s gut as he gripped Andrew’s waistin turn. With Andrew’s tongue in his mouth, hands up his shirt, and hips rocking, dinner was a problem for later.
“Someone’s hard up,” Isaac huffed. It didn’t matter if he also meant himself. “The alley wasn’t enough for you? I know it wasn’t forRiley.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“Better that than his current conquest.”
Andrew snickered. “Having someone watch was kind of hot.”
“Are you saying you want me to open the blinds?”
The flush to Andrew’s cheeks darkened, and for a moment, Isaac thought he’d say yes.
But instead, he said, “You tell me. You’re in charge.”
Isaac hardened in a heartbeat. The back and forth was what he’d missed. The chase. The challenge. He used to only find it in one-upping someone with his thefts—the police, businesses, security companies,Andrew. He would have given up crime years ago if something else had been able to replace that sooner, but nothing ever had.
Not till Dalton.
Andthis, sparring with Andrew so much more rewardingly than playing cops and robbers.
He grabbed Andrew’s face to kiss him again, softer. They needed to get back to rough, and they would, but he liked the contrast of hard and soft and how, with Andrew, he could have both.
“I am going to fuck you on that desk,” he promised, rocking his hips forward and eliciting a sharp gasp.
“Yes.”
“Do you have what we need?”
Andrew licked his lips and nodded, pulling out of Isaac’s hold.
The small office was a tad cluttered, but a simple swipe of the desktop cleared it of anything in the way to tumble uncaringly to the floor, other than a mug that Andrew set aside more gingerly.
“No Santa today?” Isaac teased.
“It’s spring,” Andrew said, but the smile didn’t leave his face as he reached into a bottom desk drawer and produced a small bottle and a condom.
“And you chided me the other day.”
“Always be prepared.” Andrew shrugged.
“Are you a Boy Scout?”
Andrew made a point of reaching between his legs to palm himself through his slacks. “Not today.”
Surging forward, Isaac ripped the bottle and condom from his hands to place on the corner of the desk and dipped him back across its surface, nipping at his lips and raking his hands up beneath Andrew’s sweater.
Just as he was about to rip the offending article over Andrew’s head, he saw the desk chair and the window with its closed blinds. “I have a better idea.”
After leading Andrew around the desk, he pulled the chair out of the way and then turned to open the blinds, just enough so they could see the bustle of people outside, but the passersby couldn’t see them. Not unless they looked closely.
“Your audience.” Isaac motioned grandly at the window. “I expect a fitting performance and for you to obey everything I ask.”
“Yes, sir,” Andrew said, flush with excitement.
Sliding his hands around the waistband of Andrew’s slacks, Isaac slipped his palms down the back of them and gripped Andrew’s ass. He whimpered, canting against Isaac.
“This is going to be slow, Andrew. You owe me a very long good morning.”
