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"Here," Arden finally said. "You belong here. I see the way you lead when you're working. You're confident, sure, and ready to take on the world. And with the others, you have connections. Important ones. You need to stay here where you can grow and flourish."
Gamble licked his plump lips and Arden tracked the movement. "Are you saying you want me around?" he asked.
Arden paused. Every emotion he had was locked behind a tall, stone wall. If he let one through, would they all come pouring out and drown him? He almost pushed Gamble away, but the way the man looked up at him with those big, hopeful eyes, stirred something in Arden. He couldn't lie.
"Yes," he said roughly. "So if you fuck it up and I have to kick you out? I'll beat the shit out of you."
Or fuck him until he can’t walk.
Gamble swallowed thickly. "Yes, boss," he whispered. "It..it won't happen again. Seriously, I didn’t mean for it to happen. I got intimidated, but that’s no excuse."
The way he held his head up high, the determination in his eyes and the seriousness on his face; it made Arden weak. He liked this side of Gamble. But he also enjoyed the witch mumbling, tripping over his words and all around losing it too.
"That's better," Arden said as he pulled Gamble close enough that their bodies brushed together. Heat swept up Arden's spine as he gazed down at him. "But I still don't appreciate you avoiding me for so long. Put your hands on the desk."
Gamble blinked, coming out of his haze as he frowned. "On the desk?" he repeated. "Why?"
"Don't ask questions. I won't tell you again."
Arden released Gamble and the man stared at him for a moment before he moved over to the heavy desk and planted his palms on it. He hadn't been sure Gamble was even going to do it, but seeing him standing there, Arden's cocks twitched.
He moved behind Gamble, his breath held as he laid his hands on the man's hips. "Are you going to listen to me and tame that smart ass mouth?" he asked, his lips brushing against Gamble's ear. "Or do I have to do it for you?"
Gamble shivered. "Ar-Arden what are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm asking you a question." Arden pressed against Gamble's ass and the male shoved back, pushing his ass against Arden's stiffening cocks. Arden's hand wrapped around his throat. "So answer it."
"I, uh, I..." He shook his head as much as he could with his throat held. "I can't think straight," he finally admitted. "What's wrong with me?"
"Nothing," Arden said as he took in a long, slow inhale. Gamble smelled amazing. There was his natural scent that was warm and velvety, but there was also a hint of the weed he liked to smoke so much. Arden shook his head. Gamble was a wild one. "Take your pants and underwear down."
Gamble let out a strangled noise. "Arden, please."
"You can take your punishment or you can leave," Arden said firmly, refusing to let Gamble go so easily. “If you choose to leave then you’ll still have a job here.”
Shakily Gamble moved and Arden watched. The pants slipped over Gamble's hips along with his underwear. Arden’s heart squeezed. Gamble had actually done it? His eyes immediately went to beautiful brown skin being exposed that he longed to caress.
"Faster," Arden demanded, hypnotized by Gamble’s body.
Gamble shoved them down before he planted his hands back on the desk and stared straight ahead. Arden drowned in the sight of his muscled thighs and round ass that begged to be carressed and scratched with his claws. Goddamn, Gamble was intoxicating. He could envision himself shoving his tongue between the mage’s cheeks and lapping at his hole.
Clearing his throat, he walked around his desk and sat down. He glanced up and noted the confusion that had returned to Gamble's face, but also his hard cock that was prominently on display now. There was the lightest dusting of a blush on his cheeks, but he wasn’t running away from Arden.
"Where are you doing?" Gamble asked.
"I'm working, what does it look like?" Arden forced his gaze away from Gamble as he began to type on his computer. "What did you think I was going to do?"
Gamble swallowed hard and Arden held back the chuckle that threatened to spill from his lips. After the turmoil he'd been struggling with lately, it felt good to toy with someone and watch them squirm. Especially when that someone was Gamble.
"I don't know," Gamble muttered.
Arden laced his fingers together and leaned forward. "Did you expect me to spank your ass until it was raw and you could barely sit on it for a week? Hmm? Is that what you were waiting for? Tell me, is that the reason you're hard right now?"
Gamble shoved a hand between his legs and covered his cock. "It's not!" he protested. "I'm not!"
"Hands off," Arden growled. "I told you, hands on the desk and donotmove them." Gamble slowly released his dick and replaced his hands as he stared at Arden, his cheeks growing even redder. "I think you deserve a little punishment. But that doesn’t include being touched. You can stand there and be a work of art for me to admire."
Arden realized the words he'd spoken. Did he really call Gamble a work of art? But it was too late to take them back. Instead, he gazed down at his computer and tried to tell his cocks to behave.
