Adriel was at his desk when his phone rang.
He'd been staring at the same paragraph for ten minutes, his mind elsewhere; specifically, in his bedroom two nights ago, with Landen's hands on his hips and Landen's mouth on his skin. The memory kept rising up unbidden, flooding his chest with warmth, making it impossible to focus on anything as mundane as manuscript notes.
The phone rang again. He blinked. Grabbed it.
"Adriel speaking."
"Can you come to my office? Bring the Harrison manuscript. I want to go over your notes."
Landen.
Adriel's stomach flipped.
"Sure," he said. "Be right there."
He hung up and stood, grabbing the manuscript from his desk as he did so. His hands were already shaking slightly, and he hated it, hated how obvious his body was, how it refused to cooperate.
This would be the first time they were alone in an office since this, thisthing, had started.
He didn't know what was supposed to happen now.
Was he supposed to pretend like nothing had changed? Act as usual while a man who had been inside him just days ago sat across from him, discussing line edits and publication dates? Was he supposed to look at Landen's mouth and not remember what it felt like on his skin?
He reached Landen's office and knocked.
"Come in." came a soft reply.
He opened the door. Stepped inside. Pulled it closed behind him, the soft click of the latch loud in the quiet room.
He turned around and startled.
Landen was right there. Inches away. He'd crossed the room in complete silence, and now he stood in front of Adriel, close enough that Adriel could feel the warmth of him, could smell that familiar scent, could see the way his eyes had gone dark.
The next thing he knew, his back was against the door, slammed into it, the impact shuddering through him, and Landen's mouth was on his.
Landen's tongue pushed into his mouth immediately, claiming, demanding, and Adriel made a sound against him that he couldn't have stopped if he tried.
He kissed him like he was starving. Like Adriel was the only thing that could satisfy it. His hands were everywhere; in Adriel's hair, on his jaw, gripping his hip, pulling him closer. There was nothing gentle about it, nothing careful. Just want, raw and desperate and overwhelming.
Adriel kissed him back just as desperately.
His hands fisted in Landen's shirt, holding on, pulling him closer. The manuscript slipped from his fingers, landed on the floor forgotten.
Landen broke the kiss suddenly. His mouth descended on Adriel's neck, hot and urgent. His teeth scraped over the sensitive skin, then his tongue soothed it, then his lips closed over his pulse point and sucked.
Adriel's head fell back against the door.
His eyes closed. His mouth fell open on a moan that was too loud, too wanton, tooeverything. He didn't care. Couldn't care. Not when Landen was making sounds against his skin, low and desperate.
"Fuck." Landen's voice was muffled against his throat. "I need you. Fuck, Adriel..."
"We... can't... here..." Adriel stammered. The words came out broken, punctuated by gasps as Landen's mouth worked against his neck. "Oh my God..."
Landen found his pulse point again. Sucked the skin between his teeth; not hard enough to bruise, but close.
Without meaning to, Adriel's hands rose. Fingers slid into Landen's hair, tangled in the dark strands, pressed him closer. His head fell further to the side, baring more of his throat, offering everything. "Landen..."
Landen's thigh pushed between his legs. Pressed up against his cock.
