Page 4 of Cohesion

Calloused hands mapped out Sebastian’s chest as they kissed, until all that was left was the taste of Peyton, lopsided glasses, and a throbbing in his groin that demanded attention.

Peyton righted Sebastian’s glasses and trailed his fingers over his jaw. Sebastian shivered from the light contact.

“This is a good look for you,” Peyton said, eyeing Sebastian’s open shirt.

Sebastian held up his vest and jacket. “Think I could give the office a bit of a show if I head in like this?”

Peyton narrowed his eyes, lips pursing. He tugged on Sebastian’s belt, hanging loose. “They call that indecent exposure, and it’s for our eyes only.”

Sebastian laughed and kissed the corner of his mouth. “I dunno, maybe I could win my cases easier.”

An undignified snort came from the other side of the room, where Quinn was standing in front of the kitchen counter. An assortment of plates, butter, glasses of orange juice, and a toaster were spread in front of him. “You don’t need any help.”

“I could always use help,” Sebastian said loftily.

Peyton smirked. He leaned up and ran his thumb across Sebastian’s piercing, tugging lightly on the barbell. “You wear this every day to work?”

“It doesn’t affect how I do my job, and I take it off for court or important meetings.” Well. “If I can be bothered.”

“If you can be bothered?”

“If someone wants to have a debate with me about piercings in a professional environment, they’re welcome to.” Being able to sit through getting his skin pierced was a good comparison to how it felt sitting through most meetings at the firm he worked for. Having a piercing only meant he wasbetterequipped to deal with bureaucracy. Tattoos held the same theory.

“Plural? You got another one I don’t know about?”

“Cute. Think I’m hiding a Prince Albert?” Sebastian pulled at the hair tie haphazardly holding up Peyton’s bun until his dirty-blond hair fell in waves around his face. That was better. He brushed some of it away from Peyton’s forehead. He’d use any excuse to touch the soft strands.

“I’d be disappointed if you were since I’ve mapped out every inch of your dick, and I didn’t find anything fun like that,” Peyton replied cheekily.

Sebastian ran his thumb across Peyton’s bottom lip and then down his smooth chin. “I’m not letting a needle anywhere near my dick, but you can jerk off about it in your fantasies if you want.”

“How generous of you,” Peyton whispered. He teased Sebastian’s lips, smile widening when Sebastian tried to kiss him properly. He pulled away, staying just out of reach.

Sebastian splayed his hand across Peyton’s jaw, thumb resting on his cheek, keeping him in place. “I can be generous.” He closed the tiny distance and coaxed Peyton’s mouth open with his tongue. Peyton moaned, arms twining around Sebastian’s shoulders as he arched into him.

“Do you have a list?”

“For what?” Sebastian had already forgotten what they were talking about.

“Fantasies that are acceptable to get off to.”

“I’m easy.” Easy enough that right now all he wanted to do was—His train of thought got interrupted by the familiardingof a text on his phone.Fuck. Probably Caleb, wondering where he was. He could just imagine all of the scenarios running through his paralegal’s head, each one worse than the other because Sebastian wasn’t already behind his desk.

He gave Peyton one more kiss that dragged out longer than he’d meant before he shifted focus. He draped his vest, jacket, and tie over the back of a dining chair and opened up the message.

“What about you, Mr. Hughes?” Peyton tugged at Quinn’s shirt by the middle button.

Quinn took his hand and kissed the back of it. “I’m not getting dressed three times.”

“Three times?” Sebastian asked absently. He frowned at his phone and pressed reply, typing out his response to Caleb, holding the phone in two hands so he could tap it out fast enough to keep up with his brain.

“He’s having trouble keeping it in his pants this morning,” Quinn said. “Some of us aren’t twenty-five anymore.” The toast popped, and he transferred the slices to the plate, half turning his back to them while buttering.

There was something heady about someone as sexy, fit, and young as Peyton being this into all of them. Sebastian would have been happy to oblige him if he wasn’t half convinced that Caleb would send a search-and-rescue team to look for him if he didn’t respond.

“Because thirty-two isso old,” Peyton replied.

“One foot in the grave,” Quinn said, a half-smile on his handsome face.

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