Page 26 of Finally, His

Was Eric’s desperation for the man that evident? Of course, it was. Eric inched his chin up and headed out.

Alexander’s office was on the second floor. Its large glass windows overlooked the spectacular gardens in the back of the house. It was winter, and nothing but stark, bare trees waved at him in the blustery cold when he entered. Clarisse, Alexander’s assistant, knew Eric and Rebecca had carte blanche to enter at will.

Rebecca was inside, her red hair shining in the warm light from the lamps scattered throughout the large office. She perched on one of the grand leather chairs by his desk, laughing. Alexander was leaning back in his large executive chair, with his fingers steepled together and his icy blue eyes affixed to her.

Eric’s heart did what it always did at seeing them. Danced like a Lipizzaner stallion.

He leaned against the door jamb. “Attempting a rescue mission, Rebecca?” She’d been valiantly trying to get him up from behind that monstrosity of a desk as much as Eric had.

Alexander glanced up and gestured for him to come in. “Thought you were downstairs.”

“And I thought you were retired.” Alexander didn’t seem to notice his snarky comment, or he chose to ignore it. Thirty days ago, before they’d returned, his tone would have been addressed with a flogger, riding crop, or worse. His heart panged, missing that version of Alexander.

Eric pushed off and strode forward, “Tony’s downstairs.”

“Ah.” Alexander’s chair creaked as it thunked upright. “And this is me retired, at least while Sarah is still on her vacation, and order is restored for good.”

Rebecca stood, rounded the desk and his chair, and placed her hands on his shoulder. Her low-cut T-shirt gave Eric a spectacular view of the crease between her breasts while her yoga pants hugged the curve of her ass. She began to rub Alexander’s shoulders.

Alexander let out a sigh at the touch. The urge to drop to his knees, crawl over, and service the man between the legs rose so hard and fast that Eric had to clear his throat.

He scrubbed his chin, more to distract himself than anything else. Alexander needed to be in control at all times. The surest way tonotget the man’s attention was to forget that one fact.

“I’m shocked Sarah went,” Rebecca said. Eric was, too.

Alexander chuckled. “Kicking and screaming, but Steffan has a way with her like no other. Laurent, too.”

Sarah was lucky to have two men—one Dominant, one Submissive. Eric wouldn’t have been surprised if Steffan, a Dominant by nature, hadn’t tied her up and hauled her away on his shoulder to make her take some time off. He’d have paid good money to see it, actually. Maybe it’d give Alexander ideas.

Man, he needed to get handled by the man, and soon.

Rebecca gave a delicate sigh as she continued to work on Alexander’s shoulders, inching her fingers closer to his chest. “Laurent’s not unlike Eric, is he?” She smiled up at him. “Irresistible.”

Eric swallowed down a chuff. “Oh, right, so irresistible,” he still gritted out.

Alexander’s eyes locked on him, and Eric hated himself for assessing the man’s face for a sign that he’d agreed with Rebecca. Over a year of being loved by Alexander, and still, he evaluated every tone of voice, every twitch in his jaw like a puppy circling his owner’s legs, begging for a pat on the head.

Alexander murmured. “Eric and Laurent do both have a way with people—mostly charming the pants off anything that wears pants. Or dresses. Or burlap bags if the occasion presents itself.”

Only he didn’t want to charm the pants off anyone other than the present company. Still, the level of pleasure Eric received from Alexander’s agreement was ridiculous.

The man continued to stare at him. “Especially when he’s in any of my favorite positions. On his knees. Bound. Strapped to something immovable.”

Ah, maybe the gods listened?Eric inched forward more. “Whatever you’d like. Whenever you’d like.” Eric was more switch than submissive, but for Alexander, he was anything required. Especially right then. He couldn’t expect to watch all that play in the Library and not get immediate ideas, especially now and after so long.

Then again, sadists enjoyed the giving and taking away, hurting and kissing to make it better—eventually.

Alexander grabbed Rebecca’s hand and pulled her from behind him. “Sit on the desk. Let me see you.”

She perched herself in front of him. “You have much more work to do, Alexander?”

“Always.”

She began to swing her legs back and forth like a little girl perched on her daddy’s desk.“Wouldn’t you rather be back in South Africa?”

“Ah, so this conversation again.” He sliced his gaze to Eric, then back to Rebecca again.

She gave him a wry smile. “It’s just …” She moved to ease herself off the desk but stopped when he tsked.

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