Page 143 of Cohesion

“That’s hot. We need to get some eyeliner on Jericho.”

“And Will.”

Sebastian palmed his dick as they made their way through the narrow hallway that led to the bullpen where they’d find the detectives that Quinn worked with and Riley’s office. “That’s an image I don’t need right now.”

Quinn chuckled. “You started it.”

“You didn’t need to finish it.” Sebastian had never been into dressing up. He spent his life in a suit and wasn’t much of a party guy. Dress-up parties? No. He’d be willing to make an exception now, just so he could see all of them in sexy outfits. Fishnets, eyeliner, short skirts.

He tripped on nothing and ran right into Quinn’s back.

Quinn immediately steadied him, concern shading his grey eyes. “Seb? Are you hurt?”

“No, I was just—No. Must have caught my toe on something.”

“We should go home.”

Sebastian nudged Quinn’s shoulder, forcing him to face forward again. “Keep walking, Detective. Everything is fine.”

“You say the word ‘fine’ one more time, and I’m hauling you over my shoulder, whether you like it or not.”

Sebastian curled his fingers around Quinn’s hip, slowing him down. He pressed his lips to Quinn’s ear and said, “You keep making my dick hard while we’re here, and I’m going to need you to find a quiet room where you can take care of it for me.”

Quinn shuddered, ass grazing Sebastian’s dick. “There aren’t any.”

“I bet we could find one.” He’d even go for the cliched storage room as long as he got Quinn’s mouth around his dick. He also still had the poker prize blow job from Peyton that he had yet to cash in. If Peyton thought he’d forgotten about it, he was wrong. He was just waiting for the right time.

Riley was already in the bullpen, standing and speaking quietly to Grady and someone that looked vaguely familiar. Sebastian had seen him in a courtroom last year. It was another G name. Greer, Grady, and…Gideon. That was it. He’d been an absolute shark and had almost managed to trip Sebastian up a time or two. He was quick, thought on his feet, and didn’t respond favourably to any of Sebastian’s intimidation techniques. Unlike Grady—who bit so gloriously when Sebastiandangled bait—Detective Senior Constable Gideon Clark was an immovable wall.

Except right now he was… putting a pencil on his upper lip and miming… What the fuck?

Riley pinched the bridge of his nose as he responded. Gideon slapped him on the shoulder, caught the pencil as it dropped from his lip, and then pulled something out of his top drawer. He held it up between two fingers. Gum?

As they got closer, the conversation came clearer.

“And what should I do with this?” Riley asked, unimpressed.

“I don’t presume to tell a man how to chew,” Gideon replied, “but you put it in your mouth, and then you relax.”

“Or we could use it to glue your mouth together,” Grady suggested. “That would helpmerelax.”

“Should only use items for their intended purposes. Otherwise, you void the warranty,” Gideon said.

“The warranty for gum?” Grady asked, lips pressed flat.

“I’ve never seen you chew gum the entire time you’ve been working here,” Quinn said, joining in. “Why do you have it?”

“For clients and interviews and shit. It helps people talk.”

“You get people to talk by giving them gum to chew?” Riley said. “Something that would effectively render them speechless?”

“Where did you even get it?” Grady asked. “Did you steal it?”

Gideon grinned and rocked back on his heels. “Yeah, right off a dad when I was dropping Hudson off at school.”

“Take it back,” Riley said.

“It’s mine now.”

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