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Until that defiance stomped forward and challenged him eye to eye. Damn it, Yordan was using a dominance tactic in a test Kit couldn’t afford to lose. Not as Yordan’s boss and not as his lover either. He didn’t want their relationship to be one of alpha/beta. That was not ever going to work for either of them.
So he stood his ground. He didn’t flinch, and he didn’t back away. Kit met Yordan with his chin raised and his hackles up.
“We need to be very clear here, Yordan,” he said, his voice hard. “Last night was fun. Last night was better than I’d ever imagined. But since we’ve left the afterglow behind, I need to know what the plan is.”
Yordan frowned. “What plan?”
“Are we lovers? Is this continuing? Because I’d really like to talk to my lover right now. But if we’re just coworkers, then you can fuck all the way off. I’ve told you everything you need to know.”
He watched as the man chewed on that. It was as if he could see the gears churning in Yordan’s mind. What did he want? What did he feel? And damn the man for not speaking his thoughts out loud. He didn’t. He just stayed silent while expressions almost settled on his face before twitching away.
Until Kit couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Yord—umph.”
The man kissed him. And not just any kiss, but a deep, thrusting, hungry demand.
Well, he could match that. In fact, he did. Suddenly, he was thrusting and grabbing with the same fervor until together they fell together onto the bed. Not so much fell as started mounting each other as they ripped off their sweats.
Kit won that round, pinning Yordan’s shoulders face-to-face as he settled heavily between the man’s knees. But he didn’t thrust yet. Instead, he paused while he tried to control his thudding heart.
“Yordan—”
“Lovers, you asshole,” Yordan snapped. Then he gripped Kit’s ass and impaled himself. He pulled Kit straight inside.
Lovers, then. Worked for him.
He started moving, thrusting a steady rhythm while Yordan writhed beneath him.
“Coffee called me—a fucking pussy cat—a Scottish kitten.”
“Why?”
Kit thrust extra hard, embedding himself fully even as he reached down to stroke Yordan. The man moaned beneath him, squeezing Kit enough to make his eyes roll back with pleasure. But it didn’t stop his words. He needed to say this now while Yordan was spread open and getting stroked by Kit.
“I had a month,” Kit said. “To tell my secret crush how I felt.”
Yordan blinked, his quick mind catching the meaning quickly. But he still made Kit say it.
“Secret crush? As in—”
He rolled his hips just to make Yordan squirm.
“As in you,” Kit said. “I had to tell you how I feel.”
Yordan bit his lip, his back arching to seat Kit even deeper. “Me?” he said, his voice rasping. “You wanted me.” He sounded amazed, even though Kit had said as much last night.
“Yes, you.” His tempo was speeding up. He couldn’t help it. “I. Want. You.”
Yordan bared his teeth in a wide grin. “I want you.”
“Good.”
“Nah. It’s great.”
And that was the end of the talking. There was a great deal more said in the way of bodies. In gasps and moans, in thrusts and squeezes, and yes, yes, yes as they pounded together.
Lovers.
