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“What if I cancel the dinner invitation? Or delay it for a couple of weeks? It doesn’t really matter since we weren’t actually going through with it.” But as the words left my mouth, I realized we had the exact opportunity we needed to distract both Elek and Demitri. I looked up and met King’s eyes.
He grinned again. “Nope. You and I are having friends for dinner, and it’s going to be glorious.”
“But it won’t be you,” I corrected. “It will have to be Mouse since Ziv will be with you and Linney will be on comms.” I looked over at the young agent. “Think you can be my boyfriend for the night?”
Mouse’s face ignited, his cheeks flaming deep red as he sputtered out what sounded a little bit like an argument. “No. I mean… I can’t. That is to say, of course… not. Of course not.” He tightened his teeth together and winced. “I mean, of course. Yes, sir. I serve at the pleasure of the… you, I guess. Or, whatever. That’s fine. It’s fine. This is all…”
“Fine?” Linney teased.
“Shut up,” Mouse muttered before getting up to fetch a cold bottle of water from the fridge. “I’m dating my boss now. Mother would be so proud.”
I bit back a laugh. “You’ll do great. It’s just going to be a challenge to run the op while two of us are indisposed.”
Ziv snorted. “Indisposed, heh.”
“Oh dear,” Mouse squeaked. “I… will I have to hold your hand? And stuff? Sure, well, that’s fine. Of course, it’s fine. All part of the… job. Right? Yeah.”
I felt King’s hand squeeze my knee under the table, and I reached down to grab it and squeeze back. It was the only thing that kept both of us from cracking up.
“I would tell you it’s going to be fine,” I told Mouse. “But it sounds like you’ve already got that covered.”
As soon as Mouse replied, “Yeah, it’s totally fine,” the rest of us finally broke. The kitchen filled with laughter, and Mouse’s face, if it was possible, got even redder.
When things died down, I spoke up. “Okay, off to bed with us. Tomorrow’s going to be another long day, and everybody here needs to catch up on some sleep.”
Everyone, including King, looked at me like I had just ripped off my face, revealing an alien in my place.
“Where is our boss, what have you done to him?” Linney asked.
Mouse giggled, and Ziv winked at Linney. King gave me a look that made me blush. I cleared my throat. “Okay, whatever. You all stay awake. I, however, I’m going to bed. And no old-man jokes behind my back after I leave.”
I wandered out of the kitchen praying to any god who would listen that King wouldn’t stay up too much longer. I wanted my hands on him again, my mouth, my entire body. Everyone had been right. Normally, I would have stayed up another hour or two, debriefing about the gala op. But my brain couldn’t focus. It was too distracted with the cologne-scented nearness of him, the floppy-haired goofiness of him, and the way he had of stringing up all my nerves when my body was close to him.
For the first time ever, I wanted something more than work. I wanted King Wilde.
When I got into the bedroom, I began undressing slowly, taking my time in hopes King would enter the room in time to take over. But he didn’t. By the time he came in and closed the door behind himself, I was all the way down to my briefs.
King’s eyes jumped right to the bulge at the front of the briefs. “Now that’s a way to welcome a man to his bedroom.”
I felt my neck heat. “Get your clothes off,” I growled.
King’s eyes darkened, and his fingers went straight to his shirt buttons. “Yes, sir,” he murmured. The sound of his bedroom voice made my briefs even tighter.
So I took them off and made a show of crawling onto King’s bed. I turned around and lay back, folding my hands behind my head so I could watch the show. King didn’t disappoint.
He kept his eyes pinned on me as he slowly removed each article of clothing. With each piece, he removed a little more of the oxygen in the room as well, until I was panting.
“Should I find some appropriate music on my phone to accompany you?” I asked.
King smiled. “Is the visual stimulation not enough for you? You need auditory stimulation as well?”
He turned and stepped into the bathroom, coming out with a bottle of lube. After squirting some into his hand, he chucked the bottle on a nearby dresser and slathered the lube on his already hard cock. Soon, the squelching noise was all the auditory stimulation I needed.
“Get over here,” I said roughly. “Before my palm makes some auditory stimulation on your ass.”
