Page 34 of A Sip of Sin

“Do you remember where everything is?”

Hollen nodded. There wasn’t much to the room except a bathroom, a closet, and the bed. It was the bed he was focused on, anyway. The sheets were the same ones he’d woken up in, the color burned into his memory. They still smelled like tea, too, the scent that was getting closer to desire for his senses.

“You’re welcome to get changed into something more comfortable,” said Munro, motioning to a closed door that Hollen knew led to the closet as soon as they entered. “Or undress, if you prefer.”

Munro’s gaze was steady and piercing, his focus completely on Hollen’s hands as he fiddled with the top button of his shirt. It was almost as if he could see through the thin cloth and straight to the vulnerability underneath.

“Okay.” Hollen’s hands trembled as he untucked the waist of his shirt, showing off a quick glimpse of skin before he tugged the hem low. Munro had seen him naked, stripped of everything, including his boxers, but this was different. The last time, Munro had been trying to save him—warming him up the best he could. Now Hollen was practically stripping for him, his heart beating fast.

There wasn’t a drop of fear in his body. That was long gone and buried right next to his desire to listen to George. Just this one time on his own—that was all he was asking for. Any other time, he could put George first.

Hollen paused, his fingers resting on the white button at the collar of his shirt. It was nearly stifling with his desire to get naked. “Wait. What’s your policy on sleeping with coworkers?”

He’d been fired for less before, and this really was too good of a job to pass up. If Munro let him go for breaking the rules, he would be back where he started or worse.

He swallowed, his throat sticking. Or maybe he was reading this all wrong. Last time was simply to help him, and the kiss had been completely accidental.

“Is that what we’re going to do?” asked Munro, suddenly right in front of him. His hand replaced Hollen’s, parting the top two buttons with a gentle tug. “I thought you came down here to rest.”

His voice was so low it sent a shiver straight to his toes, crushing his worries into nothingness. He was sure Munro could talk to people over the phone and give them instant orgasms if he used that tone. And although he was gentle, there was an absolute order threaded through it. If he asked Hollen to strip and bend over the bed, he would have done it in a heartbeat.

“I’m not really tired anymore.” Hollen grinned, touching Munro’s wrists as his heart raced. It was an utter lie. The edge of adrenaline was the only thing keeping his eyes open. He couldn’t recall the last time he was so exhausted, including when he’d come down with a wicked case of the flu.

“Hmm.” Munro touched the bare patch of skin between the parted layers of his shirt. “What will we do about that?” He trailed his finger upward, glancing over Hollen’s pulse before settling on his chin. The brief pause was almost imperceptible.

He still seemed to be hesitant—probably waiting for some cue from Hollen.

“I always sleep better after physical activity,” said Hollen, sucking in a breath as Munro stroked his thumb along his chin. “I could try a walk, or run up some stairs as fast as I—”

Munro cut him off, pressing their lips together. Hollen instantly sagged into the kiss, letting out a gasp of pure exhilaration.

Yes.Hollen let out a sigh. When he parted his lips, Munro took the lead, delving inside his mouth and spreading his taste. The man must’ve lived off tea, because it was in every stroke of his tongue, the sweet spiciness pushing a groan through Hollen’s lips.

The sluggish, tired thoughts drained from his limbs, his nerves tingling into absolute awareness.Monthswithout kisses were a memory, because now there was a beautiful man focused solely on him. He didn’t care if that same man probably wantednothing more than to bite him. If Munro really wanted to hurt him, he’d had plenty of opportunities.

Throwing his arms around Munro’s neck, he deepened the kiss, pouring his longing into the touch. He pressed his chest to Munro’s, getting as close as he could—but it still felt too far. The urge to throw himself into something dangerous was undeniable, the need burning through his veins as his lungs longed for air.

“Are you tired?” asked Munro, slipping his hands beneath Hollen’s shirt as he broke their connection. His hands were cool compared to the warmth of the air and Hollen’s skin, grounding him in the moment.

“No.” Hollen forced the word through his lips before dragging Munro close again. Something had to be wrong with his brain to want someone so much, especially someone who was probably older than he could have imagined and had some strange ideas about human rights.

“Are you?” Hollen asked, drawing back for a breath. Munro’s face was bright, his eyes laser-focused without an ounce of sleepiness. “If you aren’t up to this—.”

Munro cut him off, closing the distance with a sharpness this time that made his lips ache. His touch was fierce as he crowded Hollen closer to the bed, the scent and taste of tea nearly overwhelming.

The back of Hollen’s knees hit the soft mattress, and he collapsed back, dragging Munro with him with a hold on his neck. He landed with anoofas Munro followed behind, bracing his weight so he didn’t crush Hollen. Hollen parted his legs and Munro eased between them, the sudden pressure against his cock curling his toes.

“Are you excited?” asked Munro, dragging his lips over his ear and nipping at the soft skin. “I can feel you pulsing—throbbing. You can’t wait for me to touch you.” His hands were at Hollen’swaist, squeezing and caressing. “Tell me how much you want this.”

Yes, yes, yes, hell yes.Hollen struggled to hold back the low moan that rose in his throat. It was rare to find a man who knew how to talk to him. Most seemed to think that he liked being tossed around or to be called ‘Daddy’s little slut’, when all he wanted was to be a little desperate.

“I—I want it.” Hollen groaned, bucking his hips as he tensed his thighs. His crisp white uniform pants weren’t made for something like this, straining at the seams until he was sure they would tear. Munro was broad enough that he was spread wide and throbbing directly against that seam.

“Cute.” Munro ducked lower, kissing Hollen once on his neck before shuddering and moving lower. “You taste so sweet.” His voice was much deeper now, thick and threaded with lust. It made Hollen want to twist and whimper, but Munro was everywhere, moving his hands and lips to uncharted areas.

“Of course.” Hollen reached for the hem of his shirt, flushing as Munro tracked him with his gaze. Instead of undoing each button, he tugged at the bottom, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the side.

Munro leaned back, seeming to take his fill from looking alone. His gaze wandered, pausing at each dusky nipple before moving on. It was insane to imagine what those lips would feel like on him, following his eyes with nipping teeth at his skin.

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