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He let his hold on Samuel's head go, using both hands to pull apart the dress shirt, not caring if the buttons popped off. Then his fingers were on Samuel's nipples, skin on skin, the heat of them making Jarrod gasp. Oh, fuck, the man felt good.

Samuel tried to argue, but the murmurs turned to moans, to husky little sounds that were almost as good as he'd gotten this morning. He opened Samuel's shirt the rest of the way, and stroked his fingers over the rippled belly. Samuel worked out and it showed. The man was toned, gorgeous.

Mouth breaking away, he slid his lips over Samuel's jaw, moved down over the long neck. Oh, he wanted to leave a mark. So very fucking badly. He found a spot at the base of Samuel's neck that would be hidden beneath the man's shirt collar and scraped his teeth over it.

"Fuck." Samuel shuddered, head shaking, the scent of pure need filling the air.

He nodded. Oh yeah, fucking was definitely on the menu.

He slid his hand over the front of Samuel's pants, squeezing the hard prick through the material. So damned hot and hard and all for him.

His tongue stroked over Samuel's skin, his lips latching on to suck the blood up close to the surface. He pushed them back, got Samuel's ass on his own desk. Jarrod got a gasp for his troubles, that tender butt shifting. He loved that, loved having this strong, powerful man succumbing to his touches, to the need that zinged between them.

He left the mark he'd drawn up with a last lick to return to Samuel's swollen lips.

"This is fucking unprofessional." Samuel bit his lips, made his hips jerk.

"Mm...fucking." He licked Samuel's lips and then returned the bite, rubbing against Samuel's belly. Shit, he wanted to do that uncovered, feel the beautiful muscles against his cock. "Undo my pants."

"We're not doing this." Samuel shook him, just a little. "This is insane."

"Insanity never felt so good though, did it?" He chuckled, let his hand cup Samuel's cock, palm pushing hard.

"No. God, no." Sammy's head fell back, throat working.

He kept kneading Sammy's package--so fucking hot and hard behind the fancy wool-blend. "No. So just go with it." Leaning in, he bit at Samuel's collarbone, making another mark to balance the first.

"I can't." He didn't laugh, because Samuel was telling the truth. The man couldn't. That's why Sammy needed this, so he
had
to.

Jarrod worked his belt open with one hand and tugged down his zipper, letting his cock push out. It pressed against Sammy's belly and, oh fuck, yeah, that's what he wanted. Sammy's skin was hot and good. "You're gonna suck me," he told Samuel.

"How do you know? What if I bite?"

"Like this?" He closed his teeth around Samuel's nipple, letting them snap over the skin before his tongue licked and soothed the hurt.

Samuel's cry echoed, just rolling through the office, fucking sweet.

Yeah, he knew what the man needed. He bit again, mouth sliding over to nibble at the other nipple, touch more gentle on this one. Samuel's skin was soft and sweet under his tongue, with a sharp, salty aftertaste. So good.

The heat between them grew, Samuel arched back, and Jarrod focused on those tiny bits of skin and his teeth. His hands dragged down over Samuel's sides, thumbs pushing beneath the belted waistband to search out Samuel's hips. Growling a little at the restriction of movement, he tugged open Samuel's belt and got the man's pants open. Samuel's cock pushed right out, slapping against his belly.

"I'll show you how it's done." He'd give Samuel a little treat, but not let him come, not until Jarrod had his first.

He dropped slowly to his knees, making sure Samuel's prick slid all along his chest. It got caught under his chin and he grinned, turned his head back and forth so that the tip rasped against his five o'clock shadow.

"Fuck." Samuel scooted away, then moaned as that heated ass slid on the desktop.

"Oh, patience, Samuel. We'll get to the fucking." Grinning, he licked at the tip, pointed his tongue and pushed it into Samuel's slit.

Oh, shit, that got him a reaction, didn't it? Eyes huge, mouth open, bitter fluid slipping on his tongue. Humming, he flicked his tongue back and forth across the tip before closing his lips around just the head and sucking hard.

"Oh. Oh." The sounds got faster, louder, Sammy's hips pumping, thrusting into his mouth.

He wrapped his hands around Sammy's hips, fingers digging in as he kept the thrusts from going too deep. He wasn't going to let Sammy come. Not yet.

Just as Samuel's noises got desperate, he pulled off and stood again, taking those sounds in as he plastered their mouths together. Samuel slammed up against him, demanding more, needing him.
Yeah, that was it. Pure and honest.

Hands on Samuel's shoulders, he pushed him down gently, bending as their mouths continued to cling. "Make it good and I'll fuck you until you scream, Sammy. I'll give you everything you need."

"I don't..." The words said Samuel didn't, but Jesus fuck, that mouth did. It dropped over his cock, the heat and suction enough to make his head slam back.

His fingers slid into Samuel's hair, tangled in it. He didn't push or pull or thrust, just let Samuel know he could if he chose to. And he moaned, letting Sammy know just how fucking good it was.

"More. Fuck, more."

Samuel fucking took him down to the root, throat working around the tip. Those long fingers wrapped around his balls, tugging hard enough to ache.

"That's it, Sammy. So fucking good." Shit, he was going to come if he wasn't careful, and he was saving it for Samuel's ass, knew that's what the man needed. "Enough. Lose the pants and spread out over the desk."

He got another hard suck, a tug and those eyes challenged him.

"Oh, you're a cockhound, are you, Sammy? You want to taste me? Want my come to shoot down your throat?" His voice was rough, betraying how good it was.

Those cheeks flushed dark, eyes closing as that throat swallowed again.

"Oh yeah, that's what you want." He stroked Samuel's hollowed cheek. "Open your eyes again and it's yours."

He heard Samuel's soft whimper, felt the fight in the man. God, so sexy.

"You can let go with me, Sammy. It's safe." No one would ever know how good Samuel looked on his knees, sucking cock. No one but him.

Just open your eyes
, he willed,
just give it to me.

There. There, bright and wanton and just a little shocked, Samuel's eyes were beautiful. The moan was torn from his throat, his hips snapping. He held Samuel's eyes as he thrust several times, his spunk spraying down Samuel's throat.

"Yes!" Fuck. He was so fucking lost in those eyes.

Samuel whimpered for him, the sound vibrating around his cock.

"Such a pretty man." He stroked one hand through that heavy hair. Now that ass was his. "Time to get up now and bend over your desk for me."

"What?" Samuel popped off his prick, eyes wide.

"You heard me. It's time to remind you what you were running away from, time to punish you for running away in the first place."

"What? No. No way. You...you need to go." Sammy stood, backed away.

"That's not what you want." He followed Sammy, not letting the man off the hook. "You're going to bend over and I'm going to give you what you need so you can do your job."

"It's time to go for the night..." Sammy kept backing up.

"You inviting me back to your loft?"

"What? No. No, I don't. No, of course not. You just. You're off the clock." Sammy's ass hit the wall.

"That's good timing, then." He took Sammy's mouth, the kiss hard. Fuck, he could taste himself there.

He grabbed Sam's ass, knowing it would burn, ache deep down. He couldn't wait to fuck it, to feel the heat of it against his hips. Tomorrow he'd bring some plugs, maybe a razor. Oh, he could see that. Shave and plug this fine man on his lunch hour tomorrow.

He stepped back, just a step. "Now go bend over the desk Sammy."

"No way..." Look at that hard cock.

He grabbed Sammy's shoulders and spun them both around, pushing Sammy toward the desk.

"This is... You can't..."

But he could and Sammy was letting him. He pushed on Sammy's shoulders, making him bend over that big old desk. He admired the long back, the way those broad shoulders tapered into a tight, tiny ass. He slid his hand around to the front of Sammy's pants, feeling him up through his trousers before starting to work off Sammy's pants.

"Don't..." Sammy's hips rolled, shifting like the man couldn't help it.

"Don't stop? Don't worry--I won't." He took his time, making things last, making Samuel wait.

"I'm going to fire you..."

"You won't, boss-man." Sammy needed this too much to get rid of him.

"I will!" He bared that tight ass, let his fingers drag over the still-pink flesh.

It would be redder soon. Three weeks Sammy had made him wait; the man was getting more than just the one spanking today. He let his hand fly, the sound of the smack loud, Sammy's cry louder. He watched his handprint show stark white on Sammy's ass before filling in again, a slightly darker pink than the surrounding skin..

"Don't!" Sammy's thighs went rock hard for him.

He slammed his hand across Sammy's ass again; the man needed a safe word. Of course, he wasn't sure if Sammy was ready to admit just how real this was, yet. Hell, he wasn't sure he was ready.

Luckily he didn't have to worry about that yet. He could focus on beating this fine ass raw. He found a rhythm, working each cheek in turn, moving from top to bottom in a sort of circle. He loved the feeling of Sammy's skin beneath his palm, loved how it slowly heated. The sounds that filled the air of the office were amazing, pure sex, and they made his mouth dry.

"You're sex on a fucking stick, Sammy. You make me so hard." Who cared if he'd just come; spanking Sammy's ass made him so hard.

Sammy whimpered softly, shook his head. "Stop. Stop. God..."

"You don't want me to fuck you right here? Bent over your desk like the naughty man you are?"

Sammy's entire body shook, hips rolling back toward him. Someone liked that.

"I thought so." He gave Sammy's ass one last smack and then grabbed the condoms out of his pocket, tearing one off the row.

"Bad little boy." He let his nails scrape over that burning flesh.

He opened his pants again and pulled out his prick, covering it with the condom. He smacked his cock against Sammy's ass.

"No..."

Oh, hell yes.

"Yes." He rubbed the head of his cock against Sammy's hole, then pressed in.

That sweet ass was perfect, made for him. His cock. Sammy was so tight, gripping his prick tight. He grabbed that burning ass and pushed hard, burying himself to the root. Fuck, but Sammy felt like absolute heaven. He pulled out and pushed back in again.

"Yes..." The word was whispered, so tiny.

He nodded. Oh, yes. He pulled back, thrust in. They found a rhythm--hard and fast enough to jar Sammy's desk. He wrapped his fingers around Sammy's hips, gripping strongly as he kept pounding into Sammy.

"Touch me. Fuck. My cock..."

"When I'm good and ready, Sammy."

"Goddamn it." Sammy's ass gripped his prick.

He slapped his fingers down on Sammy's ass.

Jarrod's eyes rolled back in his head as Sammy went even tighter.

"Fuck. Sammy." He groaned, thrust twice more and reached around to grab Sammy's cock.

"Yes!" Samuel pushed himself upright, body slamming back against him.

"Eager man." He slammed in harder, giving the man everything he had. It wasn't going to be long, not now. He could feel Samuel's body getting closer and closer. "Give it to me, Samuel. Give it to me now."

It took two more thrusts before heat sprayed, splashing on Samuel's desk as the man's body milked him.

"That's it. That's it." Groaning, he filled the condom. Samuel's shoulders hitched, the man sucking in breaths. He pressed a kiss in the middle of Samuel's back. "Good man."

He pulled away, slow, careful. Almost gentle. He discarded the condom and stroked Samuel's ass. The muscles jerked and jumped. So sensitive.

"There. Don't you feel better now, boss-man?"

Samuel didn't answer, just sucked in another hitching breath.

He did himself up and kissed Samuel's shoulder. "Welcome back, boss."

He headed out, and Samuel didn't say a word as he shut the door behind him.

Jarrod took a deep breath, and then another.

He was so fucking screwed.

It was a blessing that he was swamped for three days, giving him a chance to make inquiries with HR about Jarrod. The man didn't seem like a legal secretary. Not at all. HR couldn't tell him much, really. In fact, Joy was acting weird as hell about the man.

Samuel headed back to his office, Red Bull in one hand, a case file to review in the other.

Jarrod looked up from his desk as he approached and stood, a folder in hand, following him into his office. "Hey, boss."

"Hey. How's the work on the Walker case going?" He left the door open.

"I've got the papers ready to file. They just need your signature." Jarrod closed the door.

"Fine." He looked them over, signed them. "Is there anything else?"

"You tell me. It's been days. Your ass has to be pale."

"This is inappropriate." Wildly so. Delicious.

Jarrod grinned--it wasn't nasty or anything, more like they were sharing a joke. "Isn't that part of the charm?"

"Mmm." He went for noncommittal. "You must need to go have supper."

"Are you trying to wine and dine me?" Why did everything that came out of Jarrod's mouth sound sexual?

"No. Just giving you the evening off."

"Excellent, that means we're free to spend it together." Jarrod was simply the most determined man on earth. "Come on, Sammy. Take me out somewhere quiet and expensive."

"Quiet and..." He blinked. Where would he take Jarrod? Where on earth? "I don't have any reservations."

"Are you telling me an influential man like you can't get a table somewhere on short notice? I don't believe that." Jarrod stalked toward him.