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Mitchell managed to lift himself up slightly. “Yes, sir,” he teased, brushing their lips together.
“Like you’re not going to demand snuggles for the rest of the night.”
“I’d say that I earned them.”
“I think we both did,” Pierson murmured, holding on tight and allowing the beauty of the moment to flow through him, never giving fear a chance to take root.
Chapter 28
Mitchell was tired, and it was a feeling he’d grown accustomed to over the past few months, but it did nothing to take away from his good mood. With only two hands to grab everything he needed for his usual weekday meeting, Mitchell popped the blueberry muffin Pierson had made for him into his mouth and bit gently on the wrapper so he wouldn’t lose it. Snatching his giant stack of folders in one arm, he wrapped his fingers around the handle of the mug that contained the light blend of coffee his mate found for him when he’d complained about the bitterness of every other cup he’d enjoyed in his life.
Grunting a greeting at the other Juris Knights finding spots around the round table that was near the center of their offices, Mitchell set down his load. Tugging the pastry from his lips, he removed it from its waxy covering. The scent was making his stomach grumble despite having devoured a few of them before he left their DC apartment, so he moved fast to bite into the tasty treat.
“Your coffee smells delicious,” Peter commented, inhaling deeply.
“Get your face away from it,” Mitchell demanded.
“You could share.”
“Nope, it was brewed just for me.”
Noah shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re still sleeping with that guy. How long has it been now?”
“A couple of months, I’d guess,” Peter answered.
Mitchell simply raised a brow as he continued to eat his breakfast.
“Wait, Mitchell’s got a boyfriend?” JK Cecily Hinman asked.
“Where have you been?” Noah demanded.
“I’m sorry we’re not all keeping tabs on Brooks’s love life,” JK Jackson Licitra drawled.
“I didn’t know he was bi or pan,” JK Sophia Rossler interjected.
“He’s always staring at my ass,” JK Raphael Setterlund lied. The only derriere Mitchell had ever focused on was Pierson’s. “Of course he’s into men as well as the women he’s always flirting with. Then again, not many can resist my ass.”
Mitchell rolled his eyes, and it needled him the way everyone assumed he’d slept with every woman he’d met. It was his fault; he’d taken trying to get under Pierson’s skin to a ridiculous level, and it was little wonder the man had been so gun-shy about calling what they had a relationship. “You wish, Setterlund.”
“Tell us about the lucky gentleman,” Raphael remarked, completely unaffected by Mitchell’s response.
Peter scoffed. “Good luck with that. We’ve been trying to wheedle out details for weeks. We don’t even know the guy’s name.”
“We’ll all have drinks tonight,” Jackson said. “Bring him. We have questions.”
“I’m not going to let you interrogate him, Licitra,” Mitchell argued.
“Are you saying we’re actually going to get to meet him?” Peter asked.
“Nope,” Mitchell retorted.
“I don’t know why any of you are encouraging him to continue a relationship with someone who isn’t his mate,” Noah groused.
“Seriously, Cavendish? We’re going to live forever, and we have no idea when Fate is going to match us up. Not everyone likes a quick fuck and moving on to the next,” Sophia countered.
“Oh good, you’re talking about work,” VK Arvandus remarked dryly, dumping a giant stack of folders on the table. Mitchell suppressed a groan at the amount of work he was about to be handed and marveled for the millionth time what a difference it made to have Pierson in the office.
“Please tell me those aren’t the new cases since yesterday,” Cecily begged.
