Page 18 of More than Need

Without questioning the unexpected contact, Gideon instantly melted, leaning into the warmth and soaking it in. “A hug,” he said, voice muffled by Riley’s chest. “Since when?” Is this what they did now? Hugged?

“You seem to think it’s a cure-all. I’m trying it out.” Riley’s thumb stroked the side of Gideon’s neck, just below his ear. A featherlight touch that lit Gideon up from within. “What do you think?”

“It’s—” Gideon’s breath hitched. “S’good. It’s good.” Better than good. “But why?”

“You seemed upset.”

He said it in such a matter-of-fact way. Gideon had looked upset, so Riley had attempted to make it better. Gideon’s stomach flipped, and he leaned back far enough that he could see Riley’s face. He’d always been so unbelievably handsome. A constant five-o’clock shadow that had to be deliberate. Perfect nose. Blue eyes that stood out in a crowd. Even the scowl he always wore enhanced his features.

Riley searched his gaze, and then his own darted down to Gideon’s mouth, the want clear to see in his eyes. He might have said no, but everything else about him said yes.

Gideon tilted his head up, so close to Riley’s lips he would barely have to move to take what he wanted. If Riley leaned down just a fraction… “What are we doing?” he asked, their lips brushing. Whatever they’d started yesterday, they couldn’t stop it. Gideon didn’t want to, and it didn’t look like Riley did either. Except that Riley had been firm about saying no. He had to make the first move.

“Making a mistake,” Riley said softly.

“I make them all the time. What’s one more?”

The barest hint of a smile crossed Riley’s lips before he closed the distance. Heat burst in Gideon’s stomach, and he opened his mouth on a desperate whimper. How long had it been sincesomeone had touched him? Since someone had kissed him like this? Longer than six months. Closer to a year. And even then, it hadn’t been like this. It had been too long since it had been like this.

Gideon leaned into it, seeking more, and Riley obliged him. He took control with hands on either side of Gideon’s neck, tilting his mouth more firmly across Gideon’s, tongue darting inside. He didn’t give an inch as he kissed, slow and demanding and exactly like he conducted himself everywhere else. With confidence, so sure of himself.

Who knew it translated so well?

Riley walked him backwards until he hit the wall and then slipped a knee between his legs, thigh pressed against Gideon’s hardening dick.

Gideon moaned low in his throat, rocking himself against the pressure and clinging to Riley’s jacket. If he’d known it would be like this, he’d have been throwing himself at Riley months ago.

Riley pulled back, panting, lips slick, red, and swollen. The sight only made the problem in Gideon’s pants worse. Riley glanced down at Gideon’s lips, and his thumb moved across them. He pushed the tip into Gideon’s mouth, and then they were kissing again. Harder, hungrier.

Gideon tugged at Riley’s belt as Riley massaged Gideon’s dick with his thigh, catapulting him closer to orgasm. It built in his gut, everything tightening. He hadn’t come in his pants for a long, fucking time. If Riley kept this up, he’d experience it again.

Not a wet spot that he could properly explain to anyone when he walked out of the office. He knew that. He couldn’t think of a worse way to hide the fact that his boss had gotten him off in here. Every kiss they shared risked their careers and their reputations. Riley’s more than Gideon’s. Most people would expect this kind of idiocy from Gideon. Not to mention the position of power belonged solely to Riley.

Gideon knew all the reasons why they shouldn’t be doing this, especially notin Riley’s office,surrounded by all the people they worked with.

Instead of stopping it, he arched into Riley and whimpered. How could he think of anything else when Riley’s talented mouth played him like a fiddle, and hot hands glided across his skin? If Riley wanted to get them naked in here, Gideon didn’t think he had the strength to say no, lust riding him too hard.

The doorknob rattled, and then a knock sounded. Riley lifted his head, arms locking around Gideon.

“Glad you locked it,” Gideon said with a low laugh. It hadn’t occurred to him to lock the door. A rookie move, but it wasn’t like he had random encounters in people’s offices every week. He didn’t make out with his boss at work. Even during the “honeymoon” period of their relationship, he and Lucia hadn’t done anything riskier than a hand job in the car in their driveway.

Riley grunted. In annoyance or agreement? Both. Either. Probably both. Definitely both.

“Riley?”

Gideon froze. Quinn.Fuck. The one person in the precinct that would notice even a single hair on his head out of place.

He reluctantly hooked Riley’s belt back, sliding it into place and clasping it. He righted Riley’s shirt, using the excuse to smooth his hands down his hard chest.

Riley carded his fingers through the hair at Gideon’s temple. A small smile flitted across his face as he looked down.

At the tent in Gideon’s pants.

“Your fault,” he hissed quietly. He couldn’t just will his erection to go down at the drop of a hat. It didn’t work like that, and Riley didn’t look anylesssexy, all put together in his suit.

“The gum I’ve been confiscating from you is in the bottom drawer of my desk. Go and get a packet for me,” Riley said.

“That’s where you put it?” Gideon asked, crouching down so he could rifle through the contents of the drawer. He’d have to remember that for when he wanted it back.

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