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"Just you wait--it'll be worth it."

"Need you..." He was going to scream, even as his body relaxed.

"I'm right here."

He nodded, pressed as close as he could. He could feel Jarrod's prick softening, and Jarrod reached, grabbing the plug from the other day.

"Jarrod? If...if we're really going to...they'll see."

"What's that?"

"The plug. If you go to the piercer..."

"You mean if we go to the piercer. I'm not going on my own, you're the one getting pierced."

He just shrugged.

Jarrod rubbed the plug along his cock. "I don't have a problem with that."

"Someone will see."

"Only the piercer."

"Yes!" Jarrod wasn't paying attention.

"He's going to have to see you intimately, Sammy, in order to do the guiche piercing."

His lips opened, parted, the room seeming to spin a little. Jarrod slid from him, the plug going in its place. Then he slid to the side and pulled Samuel into his arms. Samuel cuddled in, took a deep breath.

Jarrod had him.

Jarrod walked into Cavanaugh and Wharton, giving Sammy's secretary Agnes a nod as she gathered her things together to go. "How's that little girl of yours?" he asked.

Agnes beamed at him. "Doing great at the new school. I can't thank Mr. Cavanaugh enough for working his magic, but he keeps telling me to hush."

Jarrod chuckled. Sammy took a lot of pro bono cases these days, and if he could help the people he knew and cared about, it made him that much happier.

"I'd say he knows how grateful you are--and who else will put up with his grumpiness day in and day out?"

She snorted. "Right. You have a good night and don't let him work too late."

"He won't." Jarrod smiled and watched her go, locking the front door behind her. He glanced around the office. Good, it was empty, just late enough that everyone but Sammy had gone home.

He headed for Sammy's door, opening it without knocking.

"Agnes, I told you to go home. I've got this, okay? I'm more than capable of proofreading a deposition."

"Are you now, boss-man?" Jarrod shot the lock home, just in case.

Those pretty eyes flashed up at him, wide at first, then going hot. "Jarrod."

He grinned, his cock going instantly hard. "I've come to make sure you've been a good boy today."

"I've been working, no thanks to you."

"No thanks to me?" He made a show of looking at his watch, the key for the cock cage hanging heavily around his neck. "I haven't seen you since seven this morning and it's after six now."

"Uh-huh. I know. I
know.
" God, that was hot.

"Did you have that meeting today? The one with the biggie wow lawyers from the pharmaceutical company?" His Sammy in a boardroom, cock caged, ass rosy and plugged, nipples with their pretty little rings... Just the thought of it was intoxicating.

He stalked toward Sammy's desk.

"Yes. It went well. My client was pleased." Sammy tugged off his tie. "You get any work done?"

"I wrapped up the case for Elroy and Co." He was doing private contracts now, ironically mostly for the same firm that he'd been with on the job where he'd met Sammy, but he got to pick and choose which ones he worked this way. His eyes narrowed. "What are you doing with that tie?" He hadn't told Sammy he could get naked.

"Loosening it. It's tight."

He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. "It looked an awful lot like you were taking it off. Without permission." He was going to use it to bind Sammy's hands behind his back and then he was going to bend his lover over that big desk and make sure that ass stayed a sweet rosy red.

His boy blushed, then growled low, playing right along. "I don't have to ask permission from my assistant."

"Oh, but I think you do, boss-man. I think that's exactly what you need to wait for. And you didn't. Go ahead, take it off now that you've started. I have plans for it."

"Fuck you, man." His boy took off the tie, though, eyes horny and happy, loving him.

He shook his head. "No, I'm going to fuck you. Eventually." He slowly took the tie, letting the silk slide from Sammy's fingers and then leaned down to murmur into Sammy's ear. "And if you're very lucky, I might even take off the cage so you can come."

Sammy's needy moan was perfect--low and soft and tinged with desperation...and all his.

Often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the
Kama Sutra
by channeling the long-lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to
Chicago.

A long-time writer of complicated haiku, Sean is currently attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate-spinning and soap-carving sex toys.

Barring any of that? He'll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.

To learn more about Sean, please visit: www.seanmichaelwrites.com.

Thad Wells has had enough of lovers. He's focused on his career--hell, that's hard enough, being a young professor fighting for his spot--so when he, literally, runs into Jay Banner on the green, he finds himself saying, "No, no, he's not interested," even as his body's saying, "Yes."

Jay Banner, on the other hand, knows exactly what he wants and knows how to get it. He also knows someone's hurt Thad--and not in the fun, spanky way Jay does when he wears his leathers--and he's determined to get closer to the hot professor.

Things heat up between them, but they both have secrets, and no amount of book-learning can educate two men who might have outsmarted themselves.