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“Well, when you put it that way...” Will gripped Robert’s sweater and tugged him forward. Their mouths met in a clash of teeth and tongue. The heady combination of desire and satisfaction left him lightheaded. He sank into it. Enjoying the way Robert took control away from Will and demanded his acquiescence. Almost too quickly for his liking, Will gave over to the man directing the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Robert’s neck and ran his fingers through Robert’s hair. The man moaned, pressing his body to Will’s and he took it. When he finally broke the kiss, Robert took a step back and ran his fingers through his hair.
“We should take a second.”
They should. Will didn’t want to give the illusion he’d made a decision yet. He hadn’t. If anything, the little display in his office, only made Will’s choice harder. Now that he’d gotten a taste of the agent, could he walk away? “You’re right.”
“You came here though,” Robert said. “Why?”
Will cleared his throat. “I don’t know. The longer I sat at my desk at work, the more I couldn’t concentrate, so I got into my car and drove. Trust me, I was surprised to be here as much as it probably surprised you to know I was here.”
“A good surprise, nonetheless,” Robert said. “You still have time though, Will. Take it. Chalk today up as a test of compatibility. I believe we both know we passed.”
Will chuckled. “We did. I’m still a little twitchy.”
Robert grinned, brightening his rugged features. “Same. Next time we do this, we’ll both be naked and in my bed.”
Will gasped. Images of them writhing on Will's bed flooded his brain and he was rock hard once more. Robert groaned and his gaze landed on the other man. His face went from devastatingly handsome to devious and determined. Will's still pounding heart, thundered in his chest. His breath came in soft pants. He should leave before they ended up naked in the office.Forget the bed. I want him now.He shook off the thought. Robert was giving him time and he should take it all.
“Beautiful boy,” Robert groaned. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s taking everything I have to not bend you over my desk and fuck you right now.”
Will’s mouth fell open. The tingle in his gut spread through his lower region. “I should go.” He didn’t know how he gathered up the wits to say a word, but he was grateful.
“Or you could stay...”
Good Lord, Robert was a temptation Will didn’t need in his life, even though he craved the man. “I c-could.”
Robert's phone rang, breaking whatever spell they'd been under. The agent ground out a curse before answering it. "Yeah, what is it?" He spat the words out while keeping his eyes on Will. He blinked then scrubbed his face. "Yeah, let them in. I'll be down in ten." After he hung up, he turned to Will. "I have to go. We're not finished, Will. We're just getting started."
Will shook his head, trying to clear some of the lust-filled fog crowding his brain. “Friday is when you’ll get my answer.”
Robert grunted in agreement. “If you want to clean up, my bathroom is available to you.” He motioned in the direction of the facilities.
“What about you?” Will indicated the spot on the front of Robert’s pants.
“I’m going to change my pants.” He started in the direction of the door to another room. “Wait for me and I’ll walk you out.”
Will nodded. “Sure.”
By the time they walked back to the main floor of the club, a trio was sitting at the bar chatting up Riggio. A petite woman sat between two men laughing at something someone said. Both of the men had their hands on her in a loving, protective way. Robert turned Will toward the door.
“Don’t forget, Friday,” he said, before brushing a kiss across Will’s lips.
“Friday,” Will agreed. “Um, thanks for today?”
Robert laughed. “Not a problem. Thank you as well.”
Will stepped out into the mid-day sun and sighed. He glanced over his shoulder as Robert walked away from the closing door. He was in desperate need of a stiff drink and a girls night because he had no clue what the hell he was doing or if he even wanted to doit—whateveritconsisted of. He glanced down at his slacks and groaned. “Damn it. How am I going to explain this to the dry cleaners?”
6
Once Will left, Robert changed gears. It wasn’t easy, Lord knows after their little session in his office, Robert couldn’t wait to fuck the sass right out of Will. His dick throbbed in yearning.I’m scared.Will had given him truths while at the club Saturday night, however, this truth had to have been harder to express than the others. It also rankled Robert. Someone in Will’s past made him afraid to try again. Who and why would have to wait another day. He had business to attend to.
With each step back to the bar, Robert shed the club owner/Dom persona and slipped back into agent mode. He knew Duncan—correction Damian—a former FBI agent who had connections to the IRA. Duncan had been required to give twenty years of his life to the FBI for some crime—Robert didn’t know all the details nor wanted to—that Duncan had done in Ireland when he was a kid. R.O.O.T, or more specifically Asher Rainer, the Commander of the Black Ops group, had obtained a pardon or some shit for Duncan, allowing him the comfort of finding a new home in Florida, more specifically Orlando.
The pardon also came with a new name and job, along with a stipulation; Duncan could be called upon by R.O.O.T. or the FBI at any point in time.
Duncan, the few times Robert had the pleasure of working with him and Thomas, his partner, always seemed so serious. Now, away from the stressors of the job, looked happy and carefree. Robert didn’t know if it had to do with getting out of the FBI or the couple he stood with at the bar.If mom’s around the world had any clue how kinky some of the Agents in the FBI were, they’d run and hide their sons and daughters.He chuckled to himself.
“Damian,” Robert greeted the man, holding his right hand to the former Agent turned PI.
